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.

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

bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness

bag on the first level was filled with her concern, and that alone made him content. The bag on the second level could only be filled with greater

almost unattainable, and it was what he dreamt of this morning. That was the only way that bag on the third

levels, and he would take his time to slowly work his way up. And now, the first

slightly anxious, said, "Am I being ridiculous? I'm not cursing you, so please don't take it that way. It was just a dream, and I'm glad to see that you're fine." Rosalie's pure

in his ears, each word a beautiful

him

out, "Rose, I

and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but you're confessing to me? You're

wrong?" Rosalie waved her hands in front of his eyes. "Are

as if his soul had

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

reminded himself. He couldn't confess to