Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Why do you say that? Did you two fight before the incident occurred?" Yerick asked doubtfully.

Rosalie sighed. "You can say that. If only we had talked things out peacefully... I'm really beginning to think that Sebastian's accident was all my fault."

"Rose, please don't blame yourself," Yerick said, crouching. "How could it be your fault? In such a situation, the only appropriate conclusion is that the perpetrator is wicked through and through."

"But I feel very upset. Give me another chance, and I'll stop him from leaving even if it costs my life! I'm willing to do anything," Rosalie said bitterly.

Yerick patted Rosalie's shoulders gently to comfort her. "Rose, don't blame yourself too much. There are some things that are out of your control. You didn't want this to happen, either."

What a silly woman!

Yerick had been targeting Sebastian for a long time. Even if Rosalie didn't exist, Sebastian would be doomed for having such a useful organ anyway.

The only regret he had was that he failed.

At first, he thought Sebastian would die the moment he was sent to the hospital. Yerick had the timing all calculated, but didn't expect this man to be so hardy. It became difficult for Rose to make a decision.

This was his first ever mistake he had ever committed in his adulthood.

Each time he planned on having someone die at a specific time, that person would die at that precise minute-without fail.

Sebastian wasn't an obedient fella.

Sebastian's hand tighter, and pressed his palm against her cheek. "If... If he dies, I'll never forgive

so much for him? She even sent Theodore straight to the police for Sebastian's sake. Why

How frustrating...

was a complicated and disgusting animal. To Yerick,

make him happy one bit. Conversely, it didn't make him happy to see Rose so

so pretty, it would be a pity for her to

Yerick

wanted to be alone

two of them through the glass panel

wasn't happy, and that

accident, Yerick

snag a woman. You just need

"Die."

cunning smile on the man's face. He stood up, straightened out his jacket,

just a lonely and

sides. I'm telling you, I'm not buying it. I'll rely on hard work

ontent

truly strong person wouldn't be controlled

out a few notes from his wallet, and stood up to leave the bar

lonely and pitiful

grip over his glass as