Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Sydney smiled politely.

"I wouldn't say 'pressured', but I do feel a little nervous."

Sydney had the experience of having dinner with leaders of major companies and even of the city.

Christopher somehow felt different from them all.

She could tell at one glance what kind of people the rest of them were, and even see through their preferences and such.

However, she couldn't figure Christopher Jackson out. Each time she looked into his eyes, she would feel slightly nervous, as though he was capable of melting her into a puddle anytime.

Having lived through half her life, Sydney wasn't a naive young lady who thought that Christopher had feelings for her. Yet, in the depths of her heart, she could sense something wrong with the look in his eyes.

"Why do you feel nervous? Do you think I'll be fierce to you, or raise some unreasonable request?" Christopher asked.

He spoke calmly and politely, with a graceful poise befitting of a true gentleman.

"Mr. Jackson, I naturally must be

so cautious around me. Just treat me like you would anyone else. Don't worry, I won't pick on you or make things difficult for you, or even force you to

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easy with all the work you're busy with day in, day out. It is, in fact,

humility and grace

often behaved proudly and arrogantly. For any of them to have either humility

Yet, Christopher had both.

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I'm good enough for you to seek advice from, but just feel free to ask me

questions, and share with you

profession or other

pondering for a moment. "I can try answering

didn't you rest well last night?" Christopher cut her off, and