Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 953



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."

Guilt and regret were etched on his face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke back tears, his voice heavy with emotion.

Vincent was apologizing to her, but he was also telling her about his internal struggle and pain. He was trying to explain his behavior, but he felt overwhelming helplessness at the same time.

"No matter what, thank you for saving me. Whether you were treating me as Youngie or myself, you saved me," Rosalie said.

"Even if I didn't take you as Youngie, I would have saved you anyway," Vincent replied.

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

They stared at each other in silence, a mix of complex emotions hanging in the air.

Rosalie could empathize with Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was just filled with empathy for others.

"Don't sit on the floor. Let me help you to the couch."

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

Rosalie helped him to the couch.

Night fell upon the house as a somber mood permeated the air.

In the quiet night, the moon's rays shone on the ground, outlining a fuzzy silhouette.

The surroundings were lit up by the

dim street lights, a ghostly aura wavering in the night wind. The wind made a gushing sound as it blew past the fields, mumbling low and

cold in the deep of the nove

Owls hooted in the distance, their howls punctuating the quiet darkness.

Theodore and his men were hiding outside the house.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

They had finally tracked down where Rosalie was. She was locked up in this house.

Theodore was observing movements within the house through a wall-prating radar.

Theodore recognized the woman.