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.

filled the empty

bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness rushed in. He was suddenly no

the first level was filled with her concern, and that alone made him content.

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

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.

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 and innocent face was right before him,

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

him felt

"Rose,

just gotten a divorce, and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but you're confessing to me? You're clearly taking advantage of

her hands in front of his eyes.

as if his soul

was when he finally snapped back to reality, and realized that the exchange was merely a

confess to her.