Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The lunch went on pretty smoothly, despite Sydney's nerves at the start.

Christopher, on the other hand, remained rather open-minded.

Sydney slowly got infected by his mood; they started chatting about many things, ranging from finance-related issues to personal preferences. They even shared anecdotes about interesting and strange things they encountered. The two of them got along pretty well.

Many times during their conversation, Sydney was tickled pink by Christopher.

Each time Sydney laughed, Christopher would look at her with a tender and deep look in his eyes. Yet, he always managed to compose himself right before Sydney noticed it.

They continued chatting long after their meal was over.

The clock struck two in the afternoon before they realized it.

Sydney glanced at her watch. "Mr. Jackson, we've been here for so long. I'm sorry for holding you back from your appointments."

Christopher smiled. "Not at all. Am I holding you back from anything?"

Sydney smiled politely. "Of course not. I just didn't expect us to have so much to talk about."

Christopher was truly very different from all other powerful and influential leaders she had met.

He was polite and knew his boundaries. He didn't do everything he pleased and disregarded other people's feelings just because he had the power to do so.

the waiter each time

a very charming

married and had no children to his name. He probably gave his entire

lack of women, given his status as

from having their fun outside the family. They simply did it in the dark, such that no one else

merely playthings to them. As long as they footed the bill, they were capable of many filthy

seen so much of it she had

the very least, on the surface, he seemed more reserved

and chat

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

even more directly, "We can be friends and just meet casually for

Sydney's palms started sweating.

sense something from

fact, Christopher deliberately

her phone

her phone screen, and saw a message

in a bad state

phone back into her bag, her face turning solemn in an instant. "What's the

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