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."

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

down her cutlery and said, "I accept

sense his sadness and fear, especially when he called out for

helpless; this

stood up to clean the dishes,

it." Rosalie stepped forward to take a plate, but Vincent was faster and placed all the dishes in the

dishes. You

Rosalie didn't insist further. It was

and sat

living

table lay Vincent's phone. She picked it up and glanced at it; there was a lock

BUMS

compatible charger around. She had asked Vincent, but he simply said he didn't have one When she wanted to go out to buy one, he wouldn't let

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

cursed himself under

up from the couch and walked toward