Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Are you scared?" Vincent said as his eyes narrowed. "In that case, you can eliminate this option, because you're scared to die." He put down his gun.

"You're now left with two options. One is to give me one billion dollars and another is to give me ten thousand dollars and one week of your time. Ms. Young, you'll have to choose between these two options. Leaving this place isn't an option you can take." Rosalie didn't expect to see this side of his, but then again, she didn't know him well enough and naturally didn't expect him to be someone like this.

When he saved her, blocking her from the bullet at the risk of his life, she thought he just looked scary. She didn't expect it to go beyond just appearances.

"Can I find someone to take care of you? I can find the best nanny or a professional doctor."

"I don't want any of them. I want you." Vincent's face looked pale, but his aura remained imposing.

Rosalie asked anxiously, "Why must you insist on me taking care of you?"

"I'm your savior. Shouldn't you take care of me?"

Rosalie had no words to refute Vincent. He was indeed her savior and she had been willing to take care of him till he was fully recovered. But now that he was holding her at gunpoint, things had taken a different turn.

"You mean I have to stay here the entire week, taking care of you, cooking, washing your clothes, cleaning the place for you? Is that it? Anything else?"

another step

the cold, hard wall. Her eyes widened

touch

Vincent grabbed her face roughly. "Do

this man was capable of. She didn't dare to consider

that you mentioned it, your looks are

Smack!

him a hard slap.

with anger as fire

the

often

clearly playing with fire by slapping him which would only

hot from the slap. He caressed his cheek and sneered, "That was quite forceful. I wonder if

her waist and bent his head forward