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.

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

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

sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke back tears, his voice heavy with

internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but

you were treating me as Youngie or myself, you

as Youngie, I would

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

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

she was just filled with empathy for

floor. Let

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

helped him

fell upon the house as a somber mood permeated

shone on the ground, outlining a fuzzy