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."

Pulling out her chair, laying the napkin, and serving her food-this was Vincent's

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

hurt her. She could sense his sadness and fear, especially when he called out

this man was quite

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

stepped forward to take a plate, but Vincent was faster and placed all the dishes

the dishes. You

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

and sat down

in the living

it; there was a lock screen. She wanted to call Sebastian

BUMS

said he didn't have one When she wanted to go out to buy one, he wouldn't

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

himself under

and walked toward the kitchen. "Do