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.

wouldn't blame you, either. She'd

I was just pursuing memories of the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if I saw Youngie. I couldn't stand the

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

internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain

were treating me as Youngie or myself,

didn't take you as Youngie, I

her and held her shoulders, and added with all

in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging

she

Let me help you to the

in his steps, more from his wrecked emotions than his physical

helped him to

the house as a somber mood permeated

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