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.

each time he switched out

very charming man

children to his

lack of

outside the family. They simply did it in the dark, such that

public functions. Famous female celebrities were merely playthings to them.

so much of it she had turned numb. As for Christopher, she had no idea what

surface, he seemed more reserved and more

meet and

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

can be friends and just

Sydney's palms started sweating.

seemed to sense something from the look in Christopher's

deliberately

then, her

screen, and saw a

where are you? Mom seems to be in

her face turning solemn in an instant. "What's the matter? Is something happening?" Christopher was getting

husband just texted me. I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I have to