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

sorry, Youngie. I... I

sorrow in his eyes, Rosalie's

back and comforted

like

hallucinations, always calling her Youngie. She was even a bit curious about who Youngie was. That woman must be very important to him. The tremors of his voice continued to echo

"Vincent, I'm not Youngie. I'm Rosalie. Let

words, the trembling man suddenly opened his eyes, his muddled mind gradually

slowly released Rosalie, finally seeing her face clearly. Instantly, he jumped off the couch

arms to look at his hands,

the couch and touched her neck, which was still swollen and

not only physically injured but also mentally disturbed. What had he