Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Yerick, you're already eighteen years old and of age now. How could you behave like a child?"

Rosalie scolded him as if he were a child. In fact, she was merely three years older than Yerick.

Yerick bowed his head, looking pitiful. "I'm sorry, Rose. I was wrong."

"Don't act pitiful. Do you think that will make me give in to you?"

Sebastian suddenly chuckled. It was great that Rosalie saw the true colors of this pretentious two-faced brat.

"What's so funny?" Rosalie immediately turned her attention to Sebastian. "Are you very proud of what you've done?"

The smile on Sebastian's face faded. "I didn't mean that."

Rosalie was too much. How could she bring him down like this in front of Yerick?

"If that's not what you mean, why did you laugh? Weren't you as immature as he was? Pretending to have a headache and collapsing weakly on the floor. Why don't you go be an actor, since you have such great acting chops?"

Sebastian forced a smile. "Rose, my head really hurts! Ouch...”

He started rubbing his temple again.

Rosalie folded her arms across her chest. "You're 27 years old. Why are you being so immature? Are you on the set of a drama series? Why would you suddenly have a headache in the middle of a meal?" She could sense it when Sebastian really had a headache, but this time, she could tell that he was acting. It looked way too fake.

his head hung low, not

I didn't

you did it anyway." Rosalie pointed at the

didn't display any favoritism between

that I'm due for an operation tomorrow, but you're still playing games

through their hearts, blatantly exposing them for what they were trying

be angry," Yerick said piteously as he

well, and I couldn't help but want you to show me more care and concern. That's why I pretended

the tears from his face, looking as pitiful as can be. Seeing him

don't cry. You're already eighteen, but you're crying

be mad at me. I was wrong, and I

out. How could he just

could empathize with

deprived of his parents

love

was young. It certainly

at you anymore. Don't cry. I know you didn't have your parents around since you were young, and I can understand how you feel. Don't do

as he was willing to admit his mistake, she

as he nodded profusely. "Thank you,

forgiven him, forgive

concede defeat. How could Rosalie forgive Yerick just because of a few tears he shed? Were his tears