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.

was sure. She wanted to be with him. The thought of never seeing him again drove her nearly mad. That was

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

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

now, there was no way he could convince himself otherwise. She had confessed her love, and there was no way he could

it was that

happiness. "Rose, as long as I still draw breath, I'll never let go. I'll always take care of you and protect you, and

eyes and kissed her passionately. Finally, he was

him in return, responding

each other, unwilling

to fly past, their noisy engines filling the

grew numb and her breathing became

were already swollen and red from his kisses. She lowered her head in embarrassment. "How much time do you have