Chasing My Pregnant Wife

It was a silent gesture of comfort.

It was the only thing Rosalie could do.

An expression of empathy between two human beings.

People would naturally react sadly when they hear of other people's tragedies, instead of being cold or numb or even mocking them.

This was probably the difference between man and beast.

As it turns out, he kept hallucinating and calling out Youngie's name and apologizing to her because of this.

"So...so you wanted revenge by killing everyone who hurt Youngie, is that it?" Rosalie asked as she choked back tears.

"That's right," Vincent said, a look of viciousness flashing past his eyes. "I killed them, cooked their flesh and bones, and made them eat it. I dug out their guts and fed them to dogs. I spared none of them!"

Rage boiled in his blood and hatred remained in his heart all this time. Nothing he did could erase that anger and hopelessness he experienced.

Even though all of the culprits died, that hatred was deeply etched in his heart. He couldn't let go of it, never in his entire life!

on the floor and their bodies started rotting, they ended up as nothing but dead meat.

some napkins to wipe his

Vincent grabbed her

sound coming from the basement. You weren't hearing things. Do you

her

on. I'll bring

toward the basement. He grabbed Rosalie by her arm and walked toward the

slightly old and even

started preparing dinner, she walked

Vincent about his experiences and he was taking her to the basement she couldn't

doesn't look too good down

ready. With you around,

Now that Vincent was by her side, however, there was nothing

somehow gave her a

security. Although he

a good man

to be dark and cruel by nature, he wasn't exactly a