Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel 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.

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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.