Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 961



Where did it all go wrong? Was it because he hadn't been sincere enough?

Sebastian slumped, as if he had lost all his strength and hope. His fists were clenched tightly, nails digging into his flesh.

No, things couldn't be this way. Absolutely not!

He and Rosalie had finally reached this point, and then this Vincent guy suddenly appeared. Where did this man come from? He had disrupted his plans!

Sebastian wouldn't allow it.

Darkness enveloped the entire car. The bulletproof vehicle moved steadily through the shadows. The car was jet black, resembling a silent and fearless beast, its steel body gleaming with a cold, metallic light.

Inside, Rosalie held Vincent tightly in her arms, her eyes filled with deep concern.

The car was filled with blood-soaked bandages.

Outside the car window, the cityscape under the night sky was hazy. The tall buildings were faintly visible in the dark, like a dreamy, elusive vision.

Streetlights cast a faint glow, creating fragmented, mysterious shadows. People hurriedly walked along the streets and alleys, their figures flashing in the night, yet their inner struggles and fears were impossible to discern.

Theodore sat nearby, his expression grave and solemn. His gaze was fixed on Rosalie, his eyes betraying endless anxiety and pain. His face was pale, and a helpless sorrow appeared between his brows, like a solitary boat trapped in a swamp.

"Justin, you have to hold on. You can't die."

Rosalie kept checking his body temperature, terrified that he was growing cold. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around him.

"You can't die."

Justin had already lost consciousness, his breath growing weaker.

"Drive faster! Faster!" Rosalie urged anxiously.

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Rosalie gently pushed a strand of hair off Justin's forehead, tears dripping down onto him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Theodore couldn't bear to watch Rosalie like this. "Rose, this isn't your fault. You don't need to apologize to him."

"Shut up!" Rosalie shouted. "If you

hadn't blown up his house and barged in, he wouldn't have ended up like this! You didn't listen to anything I said! I trusted you but this is how you treated me!"

"Rose, I'm trying my best to save him. Didn't you already choose to trust me?"

When Rosalie had chosen to trust him and handed Vincent over to him, Theodore had felt a bit better. At least she hadn't thought of Sebastian.

Rosalie lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "Theo, the reason I got in your car with Vincent wasn't because I trusted you."

"What did you say?" Theodore's gaze slowly turned desperate. "You don't trust me?"

"How can I trust you? I've trusted you so many times, but you've always betrayed my trust."

"Then why didn't you hand him over to Sebastian?" Theodore asked.

Rosalie recalled the scene at that time. Indeed, she hadn't handed Vincent over to Sebastian. When she had chosen Theodore, it wasn't because she fully trusted him, but because she had seen Sebastian's vicious gaze when he barged in.

Even now, Rosalie still felt a lingering

sense of fear when she thought about it. She had never seen such fierceness in Sebastian's eyes. He looked as if he wanted to tear Vincent apart!