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.

patted his back and said, "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 to treasure the

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

his face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside

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

for saving me. Whether you were treating me as Youngie or myself, you

take you as Youngie, I would have saved you anyway,"

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

each other in silence, a mix of complex emotions

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

sit on the floor. Let me help you

steps, more from his wrecked emotions

helped him

house as a somber mood permeated the

night, the moon's rays shone on the ground,