Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Sydney turned her head. "Is there something else?"

"Leave me a phone number."

Sydney was momentarily taken aback.

"You're the bank president. We'll have opportunities to be in touch. Just leave me your number," Christopher said.

His tone wasn't exactly negotiable, but it didn't carry any hint of coercion just an authoritative presence that was hard to refuse.

Sydney, accustomed to dealing with various executives-some sleazy, some superficial, and others who abused their power-found Christopher's dignified and courteous demeanor refreshing and rare.

What struck her even more was how Christopher, despite his status, was waiting for a parking spot like an ordinary person. Most people in his position would have simply called ahead to secure one, but he was waiting in line like anyone else.

She fished out her business card from her bag, and handed it to him respectfully.

Christopher accepted it, saying, "I'll be in touch."

Sydney offered a polite smile before exiting the vehicle.

As soon as she stepped out, her phone rang. Checking the caller ID, Sydney saw it was Geoffrey calling.

Her brow furrowed, and instinctively, she felt a surge of irritation.

She quickly hung up.

curiosity. The abruptness with

back into her car and had just closed the door when

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out of a lack of resentment but because escalating the situation wouldn't benefit her or her child. It would only invite more trouble if

a calm, authoritative voice

immediately rolled down her car window and glanced at the

slowly, and Christopher waved gently at her. His smile was

anxiety spiked. She quickly said, "Sorry, I thought it was a

I saw what happened," Christopher assured

Sydney said, "Thank you, Mr. Jackson. I'll make sure

it. I'll hang up now.

"Goodbye."

ended the call

vehicle then slowly took her former

door, Christopher found Sebastian on the

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