Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Wesley and Sydney returned to Rebecca's house. As soon as they walked in, they saw the place bustling with activity; the servants were busy cleaning. Rebecca was directing them.

"Move the table over there," she instructed. "That vase doesn't look good here; put it over there."

With a crash, a maid accidentally knocked over a vase and started crying.

"Oh, dear. How could you be so careless?" Rebecca stepped forward. "You need to be more careful next time."

"I'm so sorry, Madam Jarvis. I'm really sorry."

"Alright, are you hurt?"

"No."

"Then that's fine. Just clean it up and be more careful next time."

"Okay, Madam Jarvis."

Although Rebecca's tone was a bit stern, she didn't hold it against the maid and didn't make her pay for the vase.

Seeing his mother bustling around, Wesley walked in. "Mom, what's going on?"

the house.

around. "Why are you

what are you doing back here? Didn't you come by yesterday?" Wesley was

with a smile, taking her hand. "Come see. Do you like how I've arranged

at her, noting how vibrant Rebecca seemed, unlike how Wesley had

wrong?" Rebecca smiled warmly at her. "Do you have something

found herself at

bully

hand and moved to Wesley, her expression serious. "Have you been picking on Sydney again? How many times have I told you

her," Wesley quickly defended

bullied me." Sydney stepped forward. "We just

rare for you two to care about me. Today just felt like it, so I asked everyone to clean the house inside and out, and to put some

nice." Sydney put on

directing the

stare. "Is this what you meant by what

seemed perfectly fine, unlike the forgetful woman he

you! My

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