Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Vincent kept asking why. He buried his head in his arms and tore at his hair, yelling desperately, "Why? Why?!"

Rosalie patted his back, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

Not all pain could be soothed with mere words.

He had lost a kin, and in such a terrible way. No one would be able to bear it. If it had happened to herself, she would have broken down, too.

Vincent suddenly reached out to pull Rosalie into his arms and lock her in a tight embrace.

Rosalie was frightened. She anxiously held her palms against his broad shoulders in a bid to push him away.

Just then, Vincent pleaded in her ear, "Don't move. Let me hug you like this just for a while. Please."

Rosalie sighed inwardly.

villains. I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you to treasure the present and live every day to

treating you as Youngie over the last few days. I was just pursuing memories of the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if I saw

and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save

her about his internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but he felt

thank you for saving me. Whether you were

I didn't take you as Youngie,

released her and held her shoulders, and added with all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women being

a mix of complex emotions hanging

with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she

sit on the floor. Let me help you to

nodded and stood up. He stumbled in his steps, more from

helped him

as

moon's rays shone on the ground,