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

and had just

so annoying! You should count yourself lucky I haven't

more trouble if the Spencers came looking for

came a calm, authoritative voice from the

rolled down her car window and glanced at the armored

waved gently

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

saw what happened,"

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

save it. I'll hang

"Goodbye."

they exchanged farewell, Sydney ended the call

then slowly took

Christopher found

warning you, stop

do you

you have a video? I told you