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 to the

and it was empty. Strangely, at the same instant when the bag on the first

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

almost unattainable, and it was what he dreamt of this morning.

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

I'm not cursing you, so please don't take it that way. It was just a dream, and I'm glad

sweet, tender voice rang in his ears, each word a beautiful melody

him felt

"Rose,

divorce, and I'm still recovering from the trauma, but

wrong?" Rosalie waved her hands in front

if his soul

to reality, and realized that the exchange

himself. He couldn't confess to her.