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.

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

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 I saw Youngie. I couldn't

eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke back tears, his

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

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

if I didn't take you as Youngie, I would have saved you

all seriousness, "I can't

a mix of complex emotions

Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was just

Let me help

in his steps, more from his wrecked emotions

him to

house as a somber mood

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