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.

"This isn't your fault. It's all the fault of those villains. I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you

sorry for keeping you here and 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

face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to

pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but he felt

were treating me as

Youngie, I

released her and held her shoulders, and added with all seriousness, "I can't

in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging

Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was just filled with empathy for

on the floor. Let me help you to

steps, more from

him to

fell upon the house as a somber

quiet night, the moon's rays shone on the ground, outlining a fuzzy