Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie couldn't care less right now. Even if the doctor were to call the police, all she wanted to do now was to keep Vincent alive. If he were to die right here, right now, all would be lost.

Vincent lifted a hand and gently caressed Rosalie's face, wiping her tears away.

"Don't cry. We don't know each other very well, anyway. It's fine even if I die."

"No, I won't allow you to die! I won't! Vincent, hold on. I beg you, hold on a while longer."

"If I die, I can go find my sister. Don't be sad. Seems like both of them love you very much. But... I still hope that you can be happy. Don't get tied down just because the other party loves you. Rose, don't trust men so easily." "Justin, open your eyes! Open your eyes!"

Rosalie tried so hard to pry his eyes open.

She gritted her teeth and carried Vincent from the ground with all her might.

bring you to the hospital. You won't die. I won't let you

back to reality and

yelled at him. "Don't touch him. Theo, I told you to stop. Why didn't you listen to me? Why didn't you? And you, Seb. You shouldn't have blindly shot at him. You two...you two are too

in her eyes; her pale face turned cold as her brows furrowed and her lips pressed together, giving off an intimidating aura in her fiery anger. Theodore and Sebastian seldom saw Rosalie like this. They even saw hatred gleaming in

I did this

know that he saved you? This

I don't want to talk to you. Step

was weak and frail, but she carried Vincent out with all the strength she could muster. The blood on Vincent

body covered with blood and sweat. She gritted her teeth and turned to say, "Vincent, won't let you die. I'll never let you die. Youngie won't want to see

her. "Hand him to me. I'll save him." Rosalie stopped in her tracks and looked up.