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.

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 present and live every day to the fullest. She wouldn't want you to be in

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 stand the thought of

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

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

me. Whether you were treating

Youngie, I would have saved you anyway," Vincent

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

at each other in silence, a mix of

could empathize with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she

sit on the floor. Let me help

steps, more from his wrecked

him

house as a somber mood permeated the

night, the moon's rays shone on