Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 948

"Aren't you?" Rosalie asked him back.

Vincent placed the key in her hand. "I'd rather see this as some sort of transaction."

Rosalie accepted the car key. "Why are you letting me off early?"

Vincent emptied the beer bottle, then took the bottle that Rosalie drank from and emptied that too. He finished two bottles of beer at one go, his eyes looking empty and listless.

"Because it's time for me to wake up from my dream. You're not Youngie. I'm just grasping at memories that no longer are now."

If he allowed this to go on, he would only find it harder to extricate himself from this. He might lock this woman up here forever and take her as Youngie, but he knew that would never happen.

Rosalie looked at him in silence and opened her mouth, wanting to ask him something, but he had warned her repeatedly not to talk about Youngie.

Therefore, she swallowed the words that were at the tip of her tongue and eventually said nothing. She simply looked quietly at him.

Sorrow billowed in his eyes, but he covered it up with a smile.

"I feel very bad for injuring your neck. Many people want me dead, so I'm very alert even when asleep. Any movement I sense is malicious and dangerous by default."

"Why do many people want you dead? If you don't mind, you can tell me about it. I won't tell anyone else."

Rosalie was growing curious about him. She had a niggling feeling he had many stories to tell.

He wasn't the same as ordinary people.

"Because I've killed many people myself. I killed their entire families and didn't even spare their dog!"

Vincent clenched his fists as he spoke, his brows tightly knitted as a cold, murderous look burned in his eyes.

Rosalie's heart leaped at his words. "Whose…whose family did you kill?"

"Many people's," Vincent said as he turned around, his gaze calmly landing on something in the distance. "So many that I can't even count. Their blood flows like a river."