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.

must be cautious

like you would anyone else. Don't worry, I won't pick on you or make things difficult for you, or even force you

word was spoken with such

to leave at this juncture just because of some

find it an honor to be able to have a meal

It's not that big an honor, really. As the president of a bank, I'm sure things are not easy with all the work you're busy with day in, day out. It is, in fact, an honor for

and grace

status and influence often behaved proudly and arrogantly. For any of them to have either humility or grace was

Yet, Christopher had both.

warmly

to seek advice from,

questions, and share

profession or other

for a moment. "I can try

Christopher cut her off, and shot her a