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.

his back 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

days. I was just pursuing memories of the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if I

inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke back

his internal struggle and pain.

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

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

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

a mix of

she

on the floor. Let me help

in his steps, more

helped him to

the house as a somber

the quiet night, the moon's rays shone on