Chasing My Pregnant Wife

A surge of intense emotion welled up in Justin's chest. He pulled Rosalie into his arms and held her tightly.

Rosalie wrapped her trembling hands around his waist.

"Rose, do you know what you're saying?" Justin's tone was heavy, almost accusatory. He needed to hear her say it with certainty, not just in a moment of impulse.

"Justin, I love you. Don't go, okay? I don't want you to leave."

Some words were difficult to say, but once spoken, they could no longer be contained.

She didn't know exactly when she had fallen in love with Justin. Maybe it was from the first time they met when he shielded her in his arms, or when she learned about his tragic past and felt sympathy for him. Or perhaps it was the accumulation of moments over time-his gentleness, his kindness, the way he cared for and protected her.

In this seemingly cold and ruthless man, she saw goodness, and she couldn't help but fall for him.

to be with him. The thought of never seeing him again drove her nearly mad. That was why she had run to

and cupped her face in his hands. "If you say this, then I will never

drag her into his dangerous world. That was why he had chosen to leave. As long as she didn't break

had confessed her love,

wasn't just that he couldn't refuse Rosalie's love it was that he couldn't suppress

of joy and happiness. "Rose, as long as I still draw breath, I'll never let

her passionately. Finally, he was kissing

return, responding

clung to each other, unwilling to

filling the sky, but nothing could break the moment

numb and her breathing became short that she gently pushed him

let go. Rosalie's lips were already swollen and red from his kisses. She lowered her head in embarrassment. "How much time