Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

He had indeed done something wrong, but he was not a child; he was a strong and tall man. Yet at this moment, he was helpless like a child, creating a somewhat humorous contrast. Rosalie stood up from the couch, adjusted her clothes, and walked toward the dining room.

When she reached the dining table and before she could sit down, Vincent said, "Wait a moment."

He then pulled out a chair for her. "Please sit."

After pulling out the chair, he laid a napkin for her and poured her a glass of drink.

Rosalie looked at him incredulously. "What are you doing?"

"Eating." After saying these two words, Vincent sat down opposite her.

He avoided Rosalie's gaze, as if he were trying to hide.

Rosalie made Toscanian food, which Vincent loved. He had requested her to cook it for every meal.

He picked up his cutlery and helped Rosalie to some food. "Eat more."

laying the

put down her cutlery and said, "I accept your apology. You don't have

she didn't blame him. It was evident he hadn't meant to hurt her. She could sense his sadness and fear, especially when he called out for Youngie. Vincent lowered his head and said nothing. He

this man was

of them finished dinner in silence. Rosalie stood up to clean the dishes, but Vincent was quicker, taking the initiative to

stepped forward to take a plate, but Vincent

wash the dishes.

he was, Rosalie didn't insist further. It was nice to

and sat

living room. On

phone. She picked it up and glanced at it; there was a lock screen. She wanted to call Sebastian

BUMS

She had asked Vincent, but he simply said he didn't have one When she wanted to

days, she could go home. Perhaps Vincent wasn't used to washing

himself under

and walked toward the kitchen. "Do