Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 1367

When they returned to the house, Rosalie felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Although she initially didn't want to move back, she no longer feared the place because Justin was here with her.

The thought of how she used to live with Steve here, and he was no longer around but with Theodore, made her so sad she wanted to cry.

She and her child were clearly in the same city. She could, by right, visit him anytime she wanted. However, she couldn't rid herself of the disappointment she was feeling without Steve by her side.

He was her biological child, her flesh and blood. As his mother, how could she not miss him?

Sensing Rosalie's sorrow, Justin hugged her tight. "What's the matter? Are you not happy?"

"No, I just miss Steve. Steve lived here with me and his cot is still in my room. It makes me think of him."

"I'll help you keep the cot, alright? We'll take it out when Steve comes back here. Otherwise, you'll get upset each time you see it."

Rosalie nodded. "Okay."

Justin moved the cot out of Rosalie's room and shifted it to another room.

He then walked out and said, "What do you want for dinner? I'll cook for you."

Rosalie thought back on how she first met Justin. "Do you still remember you forcing me to cook for you?"

shoulders. "From now on, I'll be the

and enjoy life," Rosalie said jokingly. Justin pondered for a moment. "I

bit her ear

For some reason,

Tell me what you want

love eating whatever you cook. I'm not picky." She would enjoy eating even

to rear," Justin

anger. "I'm not a piglet! How dare you insult me!" "Just look at that pout, I could hang something on it," Justin said as he pinched her lips gently. "Are you

am," Rosalie said, deliberately being

great?" Justin said with a chuckle. "A big fat pig and a little piglet, what a

in love can't help but become

dinner for me!" Rosalie looked up and instructed, as if she

hand and kissed the back of it hard. He then

took her laptop out and sat on the couch. She rested her laptop on her lap and punched on the keys, continuing the book

scratch was always difficult. She

wanted to write,

she tried to start,

do it and didn't