Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 1383

Rosalie and Justin's wedding day arrived at last.

They had chosen a quiet location and hired a team to set up an outdoor ceremony. A long tunnel of lush green branches and fresh flowers stretched ahead, with a red carpet laid beneath. Ribbons tied to the flower stems swayed gently in the breeze, filling the air with romance.

This was a wedding just for the two of them. In their eyes, no one else existed.

After the makeup artist finished working on Rosalie, she admired her handiwork and said, "Miss Young, you look absolutely stunning! This look suits you so well." Just then, Justin stepped into the room. Rosalie turned her head at the sound of his arrival and smiled at him tenderly before speaking to the makeup artist. "You can go ahead and take care of other things. I'd like to have a moment alone with my future husband."

"No problem, but don't take too long! Don't forget about the auspicious hour," the makeup artist reminded her with a cheerful smile before gathering her tools and leaving the room.

Justin walked up behind Rosalie, who was standing in front of the mirror, and wrapped his arms around her. He gently pinched her chin and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Baby, you're beautiful."

"You always say that." Rosalie chuckled. "What about when I grow old? Will you still say I'm beautiful then?"

"Well, alright," Justin teased. "Rose, you look so ugly."

Rosalie said in mock anger, "Justin, you're just making fun of me now!"

Teasing each other had become their daily routine.

I call you beautiful, you start worrying about

to you anymore." Rosalie turned her

there's no bride to walk down the aisle with me? I might just grab another woman

and glared at him. "If you

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my dignity long ago. I gave it all to you. It's worthless

up. It's almost time

ceremony, we'll head straight the city

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