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.

trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd

I'm sorry for 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

face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could

her about his internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain

Whether you were treating me as Youngie or myself, you

didn't take you as Youngie, I would have saved you anyway,"

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

silence, a mix of complex emotions

pain. Perhaps she was just filled with empathy for

sit on the floor. Let me help you to

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

him

as a somber mood permeated

shone on the ground, outlining