Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 952

Rosalie furrowed her brows. She pondered for a moment before saying, "I can't decide for you. It's not wrong of you to take revenge. If you're going to torture him, can I head up first? I don't want to see you do it." The image was too gory and Rosalie was worried she might have nightmares.

Vincent turned around and realized that Rosalie's face had turned pale.

She was frightened indeed. She was a proper lady, unlike him who had seen it all. Of course she would be frightened.

Rosalie was a clean sheet of paper, while his hands were all covered with blood.

"Go on upstairs. I'll head up in a while."

Rosalie nodded, then turned to leave the basement.

After she headed upstairs and closed the door, she could hear sounds from the basement.

The man who was being tortured couldn't make a sound. All she could hear were sounds Vincent made, some of which came from the piercing of a knife, or something that was overturned. Rosalie covered her ears and leaned against the wall.

day. It was hard

wrong, while saving

murdered a vicious and wicked thug, that

wicked thug, that was akin to freeing

this world weren't black and white and

right or wrong

door opened and Vincent walked out, his knife still covered in blood

into a trash can

to the underworld and

was hanging; he looked despondent, as if he had lost his

Rosalie crouched down to help

simply lay crumpled

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