Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Aren't you?" Rosalie asked him back.

Vincent placed the key in her hand. "I'd rather see this as some sort of transaction."

Rosalie accepted the car key. "Why are you letting me off early?"

Vincent emptied the beer bottle, then took the bottle that Rosalie drank from and emptied that too. He finished two bottles of beer at one go, his eyes looking empty and listless.

"Because it's time for me to wake up from my dream. You're not Youngie. I'm just grasping at memories that no longer are now."

If he allowed this to go on, he would only find it harder to extricate himself from this. He might lock this woman up here forever and take her as Youngie, but he knew that would never happen. Rosalie looked at him in silence and opened her mouth, wanting to ask him something, but he had warned her repeatedly not to talk about Youngie.

Therefore, she swallowed the words that were at the tip of her tongue and eventually said nothing. She simply looked quietly at him.

Sorrow billowed in his eyes, but he covered it up with a smile.

"I feel very bad for injuring your neck. Many people want me dead, so I'm very alert even when asleep. Any movement I sense is malicious and dangerous by default."

dead? If you don't mind, you can tell

curious about him. She had a niggling feeling

the same as

many people myself. I killed their entire families and didn't even

he spoke, his brows tightly

his words. "Whose...whose

the distance. "So many that I can't even count. Their blood flows like a

"Why?"

you asking me why?

Vincent started laughing.

is murder. Do I need a reason for

you're not. I want to

this world, and they killed without rhyme or reason. They just

instinctively sensed that Vincent wasn't