Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the room's window and shone softly on Vincent's pale face.

He awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes as his consciousness gradually became clear. Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting in a chair, her slender figure delicate and small. She was asleep, seemingly having stayed by his side and taking care of him the entire night. There was a faint blush on the tip of her nose, and she was enveloped in soft morning light. Vincent parted his lips, wanting to wake her, but his gaze was involuntarily fixed on her, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.

Her long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders like feathers dancing in the air. The sunlight streamed through the window, caressing her smooth skin. She seemed to be draped in a layer of delicate golden silk, making her features appear even more tender and enchanting.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she encountered confusion in her dreams. Sunlight filtered through her eyelashes, forming specks of light that flickered like stars.

Before he passed out last night, he had asked her name, and she told him she was called Rosalie Young.

Her name also contained the word "Young."

Vincent sat up in bed. He leaned against the headboard and glanced down at the wounds on his body.

His body was clean. Someone had cleaned him. Did she do this? This woman was quite gentle and kind.

"Rosalie," he called out her name.

Hearing his voice, Rosalie opened her eyes and awoke. She was surprised and delighted to find Vincent sitting by the bed.

"You're awake! How do you feel?"

been quite worried he might not wake up, so she had been watching over him, occasionally checking his breathing until dawn broke, when she finally

whole time?" Vincent noticed her face appeared

of her

room next door.

"It's

quickly covered her mouth with her hand, a hint of embarrassment flashing in

Bet

"Rosalie, don't be stubborn for no reason. you're tired, just go

to pretend.

feel a bit awkward, but he

and said, "Alright, I'll take a nap. If you need anything, just

Vincent simply said, "Okay."

she walked out

for several nights, and coupled with

tired. She

open. If she didn't catch up on some sleep

for so long, Rosalie felt sore all over. She massaged her

room next door was clean and tidy, with a soft bed. As soon