Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The receptionist dialed Justin's room using the front desk phone, but no one picked up.
"I'm sorry, miss. The guest is not answering. He may not be in his room."
Rosalie panicked. "Justin, where are you?"
"Check the surveillance footage," Rosalie immediately told the receptionist. "Please, pull up the footage. I need to see where he
went."
"I'm sorry, miss. We can't provide access to our hotel's surveillance footage to unauthorized persons. If you can't reach your
friend, you should call the police. If law enforcement requests the footage, we will provide it to them."
Rosalie hesitated. Her first instinct was indeed to call the police, but she was worried as Justin's identity was complicated.
She stumbled out of the hotel entrance, took out her phone, and called him again and again.
By the sixth call, Rosalie collapsed to the ground, crying uncontrollably.
"Justin, where did you go? Didn't you promise to wait for me? How could you lie to me? You swore! You're a liar! You never keep

your promises!" She was sobbing so hard she could hardly breathe. Passersby stared at her, puzzled by her despair.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded above her. "Rose?"
Hearing the voice, Rosalie lifted her head and saw Justin.
She gasped in shock. "You..."
"Rose!" Justin immediately bent down and carried her off the ground. "Why are you sitting here? Did someone bully you? Tell me
who it was!"
Holding her tightly, he glanced around, trying to find the person who had wronged her.
Rosalie was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions-surprise, relief, and anger. Suppressing her fury, she said, "Yes, someone
bullied me terribly. I'm so angry!"
Justin frowned, deeply concerned. "Who bullied you? Tell me. I'll make them pay."
Rosalie clenched her fists and landed a punch on his shoulder. "It was you!"

Justin was stunned. He was about to ask what he had done, but then he put the pieces together. Rosalie had been sitting
outside the hotel and crying —it was obvious why.

"Rose, I'm sorry. I just went out for a bit."
Earlier, while having coffee, Justin had noticed someone following him. He had chased the person for quite a distance and
eventually caught them. The man had broken down in tears, begging for mercy.
At first, Justin had assumed the man was a threat.
To his surprise, the guy turned out to be a stranger who simply found him attractive. The man had been staring at him in the cafe,
and when Justin noticed him, he panicked and ran: Justin had pursued him, and the man, terrified, had kept was how they had
ending. That away so far.
Realizing it was all a misunderstanding, Justin let out a sigh of relief. Perhaps he had been too paranoid.
He had rushed back as soon as he could, but he was still too late.
"You just went out?" Rosalie snapped, still furious. "You promised you'd stay in the hotel and wait for me! Why did you leave? Do
you even know what time it is? I knocked on your door and found you weren't there. You didn't answer my calls either! Do you
have any idea how scared I was? I thought you had left without saying a word!"
Hearing her words, Justin's heart ached. He quickly took out his phone from his pocket and saw that she had called him many
times.
"I'm sorry. I had my phone on silent and forgot to switch it back. I'm sorry, Rose."
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and soothing her. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
He didn't tell her about chasing the stranger. He didn't want her to worry. It was better for her to believe he had simply gone out
for a walk.