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

second 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

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

three distinct levels, and

seeing Sebastian in a daze, Rosalie, 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, and

beautiful melody tickling his ear

around him

blurted out, "Rose, I love

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

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

if his soul had left his

when he finally snapped back to reality, and realized that

he reminded himself. He couldn't confess