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.

with curiosity. The abruptness with which she ended the call

had just closed the door

sharply, "You're so annoying! You should count yourself lucky I haven't reported you to

wouldn't benefit her or her child. It would only invite more trouble if the Spencers came looking for Geoffrey, leading to a potential family feud with serious consequences. So, Sydney

to report?" came a calm, authoritative voice

sank. Recognizing the voice, she immediately rolled down her car window

began to open slowly, and Christopher waved gently at

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

what happened," Christopher

Jackson. I'll make sure

it. I'll hang

"Goodbye."

Sydney ended

took her

door, Christopher found

stop threatening me,

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