Chasing My Pregnant Wife



"Something came up suddenly, so I had to deal with it. Sorry about standing you up last time," Justin said.

Rosalie wanted to say more, but realizing they were still standing at the door, she quickly said, "Let's head inside."

She entered the password and opened the door. Justin followed her inside.

Rosalie carefully laid the sleeping baby on the bed before closing the door and heading into the living room.

"Justin, why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

After she found the apartment, she had sent him a message with her new address. She hadn't expected him to show up unannounced.

"Sorry. I should've informed you beforehand. I'll leave now," Justin said, looking a bit embarrassed as he turned to go.

Rosalie quickly stopped him. "That's not what I meant. I just didn't expect you to come suddenly. It's not that I don't want you here. I'm happy to see you-I was worried something had happened to you."

Justin gave a faint, bitter smile. His pale face looked somber. "Rose, if... One day something does happen to me, just remember it's what I deserve. Don't feel sad about it."

Hearing his words, Rosalie felt deeply uneasy. "Why are you saying something like this out of nowhere? Are you feeling unwell? You don't look good. Sit down, and I'll get you some water."

She guided Justin to the couch, poured him a glass of warm water, and sat beside him. "What's going on? You said you were busy when you couldn't come with me to see the apartment the other day. What were you doing in Blencalgo?"Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Justin looked at her silently for a long time. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but suddenly, his brows furrowed, and a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Rosalie immediately became alarmed. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Let me take you to the hospital."

Justin's face was pale, and he looked seriously ill—or perhaps injured.

"I'm fine," he replied, gripping her wrist. "Rose, I need to ask you something."

Seeing the sweat on Justin's forehead increasing, Rosalie grew even more worried.

"Unless you tell me what's wrong, I won't answer anything," she said firmly.

She anxiously placed her hands on. his

to Shoulders, but as soon as s

d him, Justin let out a muffled n of pain.

"You're hurt!" Rosalie exclaimed, immediately reaching out to unbutton his shirt.

Justin quickly caught her wrist. "Don't."

"Justin, let me see," Rosalie demanded, her tone resolute.

With a determined motion, she broke free from his grip and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his shoulder wrapped in bandages. The white fabric was dotted with fresh blood.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" she asked in shock.

The wound was clearly recent. Could his injury be why he hadn't been able to come house-hunting with her the other day?

"Is this a gunshot wound?"

Justin gave her a faint smile. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

"Did you go to the hospital?" Rosalie asked.

Justin gently pushed her hand away and pulled up his shirt. "It's a

gunshot wound. I couldn't go totie

hospital, so I treated it myself. Don't worry, it's healing slowly."