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.

observed her reaction with curiosity. The abruptness with which she ended

into her car and had just closed the door when her

answered sharply, "You're so annoying! You should count yourself

more

to report?" came a calm, authoritative

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

vehicle began to open slowly, and Christopher waved gently at her. His smile

quickly said, "Sorry, I thought

saw what happened,"

you, Mr. Jackson. I'll make sure to save

I'll hang

"Goodbye."

ended the

then slowly took her

found Sebastian on the phone, sounding

you, stop threatening me,

exactly do

what if you have a video? I told you