Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Vincent's eyes flashed with sharpness as he flipped Rosalie to the ground, narrowly dodging the bullet.

He quickly rose from the ground and rushed toward the shooter. He then kicked him to the ground and grabbed a gun.

Bang, bang, bang!

The sound of gunfire filled the air until the magazine was empty and all the attackers lay on the ground, silent.

Vincent stood with the gun in hand, his tall figure swaying unsteadily. Blood churned inside him and continuously flowed out.

Just as he was about to collapse, Rosalie rushed over and caught him in her arms.

Her trembling hands pressed against the gunshot wound, but with the injuries on both his shoulder and back, she couldn't stop the bleeding. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do.

"Why worry? I won't die." A mocking smile appeared on Vincent's face. "Looks like you'll have to pay me double, or I'll have to kill you right now."

Hearing his harsh words, Rosalie didn't get angry. She didn't care about what he said, only what he had done. He had shielded her from the bullets with his life-that was the undeniable truth.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, but you have to stay alive to take the money. I'll take you to the hospital now. Let's go."

She absolutely couldn't let this man die.

Rosalie, though frail, struggled to help the man up. She could no longer drive her car as the tires were damaged.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'll call for an ambulance. Wait here for a moment while I get my phone from the car."

Just as Rosalie was about to leave, Vincent grabbed her wrist. "Not the hospital. The doctors will call the police."

He had a gunshot wound, and by law, doctors were required to report such cases, which would lead to trouble.

Rosalie squatted beside him, looking at him seriously. This Vincent was certainly not an ordinary person. He was likely involved in some unspeakable matters.

However, Rosalie didn't think he was an evil man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have saved her.

"So what now? Do you have any trustworthy friends?"

Vincent pulled out a set of keys from his pocket. "Turn left after you leave here and walk about 100 yards My car is parked there. Drive it here."

"Alright, I'll go right away." Rosalie took the keys and ran out.

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Soon, she found a black SUV and drove it to the entrance. She immediately went back to find

Vincent, only to discover that he was gone.

"Vincent, Vincent?"

Could he have left? Where could he go with such serious injuries?

"I'm here."

Hearing the voice, Rosalie turned and saw Vincent sitting not far away.

She rushed over. "Where did you go?" Around them lay the bodies of those men.

Vincent was holding a white handkerchief that was stained with blood in his hand. "Yours."

Rosalie looked at the handkerchief in his palm, and a wave of inexplicable emotion surged through her heart.

"Why bother with it?" At this point, his life was far more important than a handkerchief.

Vincent didn't say anything but stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.

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She then helped Vincent into the car. "Tell me where to go. I'll take you there."

"Just drive for now, and I'll tell you."

"Alright."

Rosalie started the car and drove for about two hundred yards when Vincent suddenly said, "Stop."

Rosalie carefully applied the brakes, making sure not to jostle the car.

She turned and asked, "What's wrong?"