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.

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

on the second level was opened, and it was empty. Strangely, at the same instant when the bag on the

him content. The bag on the second level could only be filled with greater intimacy and

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

knew the logic behind more haste, less speed. That was the reason for the three distinct levels, and he

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

ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling

him felt

blurted out, "Rose, I

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

in front of his

as if his soul had left

to reality, and realized

confess to