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

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,

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

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

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

take you as Youngie, I would have saved

her shoulders, and added with all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women being taken

stared at each other in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging in

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

floor. Let me help you to

nodded and stood up. He stumbled in his steps, more

helped him

the house as a somber mood permeated the

rays shone on the