Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After the door closed, Rosalie turned and walked into the living room.

She saw Justin standing there, quietly watching her.

Rosalie gave him a small smile.

"Justin, it's getting late. You should rest early," she said.

"Rose, did those two give you a lot of trouble today?" Justin asked.

Rosalie let out a gentle sigh. "It was a bit troublesome, but at least it distracted me from thinking about Grandma. Now that they've left, I'm starting to think about it again."

Seeing that Rosalie was on the verge of tears, Justin immediately stepped forward. "Should I call them back? With their constant bickering, the house would be lively again."

Rosalie was amused. "That's not what I meant. Don't worry, I'll manage my emotions. This too shall pass. I just want to find evidence to prove Grandma was murdered."

As she said the last sentence, her expression turned somber.

"I'll help you investigate. Until then, I'm not going anywhere," Justin said.

him. "Thank you for not

stay out of such matters. I can tell they both care deeply for you, so they can't help but compete to

them to win my favor in such

Yerick in competing for

it. Her words seemed

to try so hard to

peace of mind. If you'd feel better with me gone, I can

meant. You're fine here. You can stay as

If anything makes you

back to your room. You're not fully recovered yet, so you need to

before turning to head back to his

returned

bathroom, Rosalie cried silently

but held back. She didn't want to lose control and Jean on him for comfort again. That wouldn't be right. She couldn't rely on

of running water masked her sobs and washed away her

life had spiraled out