Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Vincent kept asking why. He buried his head in his arms and tore at his hair, yelling desperately, "Why? Why?!"

Rosalie patted his back, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

Not all pain could be soothed with mere words.

He had lost a kin, and in such a terrible way. No one would be able to bear it. If it had happened to herself, she would have broken down, too.

Vincent suddenly reached out to pull Rosalie into his arms and lock her in a tight embrace.

Rosalie was frightened. She anxiously held her palms against his broad shoulders in a bid to push him away.

Just then, Vincent pleaded in her ear, "Don't move. Let me hug you like this just for a while. Please."

Rosalie sighed inwardly.

She patted his back and said, "This isn't your fault. It's all the fault of those villains. I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you to treasure the present and live every day to the fullest. She wouldn't want you to be in pain anymore."

"Rosalie, I'm sorry for keeping you here and treating you as Youngie over the last few days. I was just pursuing memories of the past and living in an illusion. When I first saw you, it was as if I saw Youngie. I couldn't stand the thought of getting hurt by them."

his eyes. He was drowning inside

pain.

thank you for saving me. Whether you were

didn't take you as Youngie, I would have saved you anyway," Vincent

and held her shoulders, and added with all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women being taken advantage

stared at each other in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging in

with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was just filled with empathy for

Let me

and stood up. He stumbled in his steps, more from his wrecked emotions than his physical

him to the

the house as a somber

the moon's rays shone on the

lights, a ghostly aura wavering in the night wind. The wind made a gushing

the deep

hooted in the distance, their howls

were hiding outside