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.

I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you to treasure

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

his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save

pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but he felt overwhelming helplessness

for saving me. Whether you were treating me as

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

added with all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women

in silence, a mix of complex

could empathize with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she

Let me help

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

helped him to

the house as a

the moon's rays shone on the ground,