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.

palm against

sham? Sebastian was just a friend, so why did Rosalie care so much for him? She even sent Theodore straight to the police for Sebastian's sake. Why didn't things go the way

How frustrating...

To Yerick, being

Rose care so much for another man. It didn't make him happy one bit. Conversely, it didn't make him happy

it would be a pity

minutes later, Yerick left the

wanted to be alone

them through the

happy, and that

Yerick had

to snag a woman. You just

"Die."

as he looked at the cunning smile on the man's face.

a lonely and

you, I'm not buying it. I'll rely on

ontent

wouldn't be controlled by

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

and pitiful

his grip over his glass as his lips twisted