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.

mad. That was why she had run to find him, throwing caution to the wind. She had truly believed she would never see him

you say this, then I will

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

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

love it was that he couldn't suppress his

of joy and happiness. "Rose, as long as I still draw breath, I'll

eyes and kissed her passionately. Finally, he was kissing

him in return, responding with

clung to each other, unwilling

continued to fly past, their noisy engines filling

her breathing became

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