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.

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

the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if

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

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

thank you for saving me. Whether you were

didn't take you as Youngie, I would

and held her shoulders, and added with all seriousness, "I

silence, a mix of complex emotions

pain. Perhaps she was just filled with

Let me help you

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

him

fell upon the house as a somber

night, the moon's rays shone on the