Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Ten days later...

Rosalie sat by Justin's bed, feeding him some soup. She spilled a little bit of soup, and she quickly used a tissue to gently wipe his mouth and clothes. "Sorry, I didn't hold it steady."

"Rose, I can do it myself." Justin raised his hand, trying to take the bowl of soup from her.

"No, you need rest and can't move around. Let me feed you. Come now."

Ever since Justin woke up, Rosalie had been staying by his side. For her, Justin's survival was a miracle given to her by God.

Justin quickly finished the soup, silently watching her the entire time.

Then, she placed the tablet on the small table next to the bed. "You can watch a movie if you'd like, and after that, you can take a nap."

"Rose." Justin suddenly grasped her hand, and Rosalie didn't pull away. "I didn't think I'd live to see you again."

Rosalie gently patted his hand. "It was Theodore who noticed your fingers moving, and that's when we realized you were still alive."

"Then I must thank him properly." Justin wasn't greedy; just seeing Rosalie was enough to make him content.

"What happened to Yerick?"

as Yerick was mentioned, Rosalie's expression immediately turned cold. "He's been locked up. He can forget about

would have thought that a neen-year-old could do such a thing?

walked in holding Steve, and both of

Steve saw Rosalie, he stretched out his arms. "Mama,

Rosalie, as if after the

particularly scared.

to leave her again,

Rosalie smiled as she took him from

Uncle Justin is all better now. Aren't you happy?

Justin." Steve flashed Justin a sweet

him, his heart melting. He

he take after?"

Theodore stepped forward, placing

hand gently

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