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!

Hahaha... But when they knelt and begged me for mercy, when they collapsed on the floor and their bodies started rotting, they ended up

out some napkins to wipe

Vincent grabbed her

the basement. You weren't hearing things.

bit her lips and

I'll bring you

grabbed Rosalie by her arm and walked

slightly old and even the handle had

she walked past

about his experiences and he was taking her to the basement she couldn't help but imagine the possibilities of what caused the

too good down there. Be mentally

said, "I'm ready. With

that Vincent

somehow gave her

security. Although he

a good man and

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