Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 954



'She must be Rose, it must be her!'

Who was that man? What did he do to Rosalie?

In Theodore's opinion, that must be the man who abducted Rosalie here.

He wondered what torture Rose had to endure. Theodore felt more panic-stricken the more he thought about it.

His subordinates checked out their surroundings.

Sneaking into the house didn't look easy. Every inch looked heavily gated and the only option seemed to be blasting out an opening.

All of a sudden, the man on the screen pushed the woman onto the couch.

Fire burned in Theodore's chest; he thought that Rosalie was being hurt right there and then.

He lost all of his patience and ordered his subordinate, "Blow up the lock, quick!"

Vincent hauled himself up from Rosalie on the couch.

"I'm sorry."Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"It's fine. Just be careful."

Vincent had accidentally fallen onto the couch and she fell along with him, brought along by his momentum.

When Vincent settled down, Rosalie said, "Let me check your wound."

She carefully peeled his shirt away and prepared to unwrap the bandage.

Vincent's brows furrowed at that moment as he sensed great, impending danger. The next second, he pulled Rosalie into his arms and threw himself over her body on the couch.

"Ahh!" Rosalie shrieked out of fright, not knowing why Vincent was acting so agitatedly.

She instinctively wanted to push him away but just then, a huge explosion burst through the door, leaving a huge cloud of ash in its wake. Crushed stones flew in the air and landed on the ground and on Vincent's body.

Vincent held Rosalie tight in his embrace, using his own body to shield her from the debris so that she would remain unharmed His gaze turned sharp and alert.

Rosalie was shocked. "What happened? Is it one of your enemies?"

If that really were the case, it would be terrible. Vincent was currently injured and probably unable to resist.

"Don't be scared. I'll protect you."

Vincent spoke with determination in his voice, as if he could melt away the fear lurking in the darkness.

He had lost Youngie and failed to protect her. This time, he would protect Rosalie with his life. "Don't move! Raise your hands!"

Vincent reached out to grab the car

key on the couch and stuffed it in Rosalie's hand. He whispered in her ear, "I'll hold them back and you seize the chance to run out and drive off in the car. Don't turn back, and don't come back no matter what happens."

Rosalie glanced at the firm expression on Vincent's face, her whole body shaking. He looked determined and ready to face death. Anyone would be greatly moved by a stranger who would protect one to the point of death.

"Vincent, don't die. I don't want you to die."

Rosalie choked back tears as she looked sorrowfully at him.

"Rosalie, my real name is Justin Lynch. Remember my name if I die, and think of my name if you ever think of me. My sister is Youngie Lynch. Please...remember it.

With that, Vincent crawled up from the floor.

A bunch of men surrounded him, all of them pointing their guns at Vincent.

"Rose, are you alright?!"

A familiar voice sounded in Rosalie's ears.

Rosalie crawled up despondently as she looked in the direction the voice came from with shocked eyes.

Theodore parted the group of men in black and walked toward Rosalie, his eyes filled with worry for her.