Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 1317

"Rose, you said earlier that you were willing to marry me, but now you're not even willing to let me touch you. You liar." Yerick looked at her sadly. "Do you want me to kill Theodore right now?"

"No!" Rosalie said anxiously at the mention of Theodore. "Didn't you say you want to marry me? Let's do that first. I don't want to be intimate with you before we're married."

"Oh, is that so? In that case, we have to go overseas to get married. I'm underaged here. Otherwise, I'll have to wait very long to share a bed with you."

"Yerry, do you really love me?" Rosalie asked.

"But of course, Rose."

"If you really do, you shouldn't hurt me. I'm very scared right now. Please don't do this to me. At least wait till we're married before we become intimate."

"Do you mean that you're willing to marry me and we can sleep together after we're married?"

Rosalie nodded tearfully. She feared that Yerick would run off to kill Theodore in a fit of hysteria.

Yerick smiled. "Rose, you're taking advantage of the fact that I fancy you, but you know I'm no decent person. Will you be able to stop me if I really want to do something to you? What's more, Theodore's life is in my hands. You have no choice but to do my bidding. Yet here you are, trying to reason things out with me and brainwashing me to drag things out. Are you taking me for a fool?"

Rosalie wiped the tears from her face. "I can't stop you from doing anything to me, so.....go ahead. I can't resist you, anyway."

profusely. "Rose, I was just scaring you. I won't touch you tonight. I haven't been feeling too good these past few days. After I recover, I'll give you a good time one of these

grabbed the gun on the

hope you'll be satisfied with my virgin experience. There's one thing you need to do now to

Yerick said as

the bed,

over to her, waiting patiently.

kiss feels like. If you dare bite me, I'll kill you.

drew his

wondered if his handsome face was what

lips. She didn't dare to be slipshod, and

and stared at her, only to realize that Rosalie's brows were furrowed tight, as if

held the muzzle

muzzle

temple and

arm around her

the kiss. He caressed

her shirt,

the aggressiveness in his advance,