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

of the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if I saw Youngie. I couldn't

inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke

also telling her about his internal struggle and pain. He was trying

what, thank you for saving me. Whether you were treating me as Youngie or myself, you saved me," Rosalie

Youngie, I would

held her shoulders, and added with all

at each other in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging

with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was

floor. Let

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

helped him to the

fell upon the house as a somber mood

the moon's rays shone