Chasing My Pregnant Wife

In the next moment, he pounced on Rosalie like a wild beast, abruptly pinning her down on the couch with his hands tightly gripping her neck. Rosalie looked at him in terror, her heart racing from the sudden attack. Her eyes widened in fright, resembling a startled deer.

She struggled weakly under Vincent's oppressive hold. She wanted to cry out, but her throat was constricted, producing only a silent gasp. "Let...me..."

She frantically hit Vincent's chest. Breath was slowly being taken from her.

Rosalie's eyes filled with despair and helplessness as she struggled with all her might, trying to break free from his grip.

Vincent's gaze quickly sharpened. Upon seeing the woman before him, he fearfully loosened his hold, guilt crashing into him like a tidal wave.

"It's you." Frustration welled up in his eyes.

Suddenly, he scooped Rosalie into his arms, holding her tightly with one hand cupping the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, Youngie, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?"

say something, but the man suddenly

I lost

the sorrow in his eyes, Rosalie's fear

back and comforted

he had just done seemed like an instinctive reaction and

a bit curious about who Youngie was. That woman must be very important to him. The tremors of his voice continued to

I'm

man suddenly opened his eyes, his muddled mind

clearly. Instantly, he jumped off the couch as if he had been electrocuted and stepped

at a loss, raising his arms to look at his

the couch and touched her neck, which was still swollen

are you sick?" She sensed that this man was not only physically injured but also