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.

the fault of those villains. I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you to

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 Youngie.

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

also telling her about his internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but he felt overwhelming helplessness at

you for saving me. Whether you were treating me as Youngie

you as Youngie, I

all seriousness,

silence, a

pain. Perhaps she was just filled with

Let me

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

helped him

fell upon the house as a somber mood permeated

quiet night, the moon's rays shone