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.

instantly filled the empty bag on

at the same instant when the bag on the first level was filled, a greater sense of emptiness rushed in. He was suddenly

concern, and that alone made him content. The bag on the second level could

this morning. That was the only way that bag on

was the reason for the three distinct levels, and he would take his time to slowly work his way

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 she looked perfect no matter which angle he looked at her

his ears, each word a beautiful melody tickling his

him felt

out, "Rose, I love

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

waved her hands in front of his

as if his soul

and realized that the exchange was merely a

reminded himself. He couldn't confess to her. He almost did just