Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Sebastian stared at the woman before him, feeling his heart softening.

He was still a little angry at her this morning and, if he were being honest, he had flared up at his subordinates because of his bad mood.

But now, he realized that all the anger in him had dissipated. He wasn't even angry at the lost project.

Conversely, he felt content.

There were a few levels to that feeling of content.

Each level was like an empty bag that, once filled, would move on to the next level. The next level was a larger bag.

He felt like the first bag was already full, and that he had progressed to the next level.

With regard to Rosalie, he didn't ask for much. His bar was very low to start with, and he would feel content with just a smile or a tender word from her.

concerned for him instantly filled the empty bag on the first level

level was opened, and it was empty. Strangely, at the same instant when the bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness rushed in. He was suddenly no longer

alone made him content. The

he dreamt of this morning. That was the only way that bag on the third level could ever be

behind more haste, less speed. That was the reason for the three distinct levels, and he would take his time to slowly work his way up. And

don't take it that way. It was just a dream, and I'm glad to see that you're fine." Rosalie's pure and innocent face was right before him, and she

his ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling his ear and making its way into his

around him

"Rose,

love me? You know that I've just gotten a divorce, and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but you're confessing to

hands in front of his eyes.

was in a daze, as if

he finally snapped back to reality, and realized that the exchange was merely a figment of his

he reminded himself. He couldn't confess to