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.

you, either. She'd want you to treasure the present and live every day

and living in an illusion.

regret were etched on his face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying

pain. He

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

you as Youngie, I would

all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women being taken

a mix of complex

empathize with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was

floor. Let me help you to the

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

helped him

as

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