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.

That was why she had

gently loosened his hold and cupped her face in his hands. "If you say this, then I

to disrupt her life, nor did he want to drag her into his dangerous world. That was why he had chosen to leave. As long as she

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

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

me you'll never let go, okay?" Rosalie was already sobbing, but this time, they were tears of joy and happiness. "Rose, as long as I still draw breath, I'll never let go. I'll always

eyes and kissed her passionately. Finally, he

him in return, responding with equal

clung to each

past, their noisy engines filling the sky, but nothing could break the moment between

grew numb and her breathing became short that

from his kisses. She lowered her head in embarrassment. "How much time do you