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

so why did Rosalie care so much for him? She even sent Theodore straight to

How frustrating...

animal. To Yerick,

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

was so pretty, it would be a pity for her to be sad

later, Yerick left the

wanted to be alone with

of them through

that in turn made him

Sebastian's accident, Yerick had whispered in

snag a woman. You just need

"Die."

at the cunning smile on the man's face. He stood

a lonely

people to bring out their darkest sides. I'm telling you, I'm not buying it. I'll rely on

ontent

wouldn't be controlled by

notes from his wallet, and stood up to leave the

lonely and pitiful

his grip over his glass as his lips twisted in a crooked