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.

time

very charming man

children to his name. He probably gave his entire life to his

probably had no lack of women, given

outside the family. They simply did it in the dark, such that no one else knew

men surrounded by beauties at public functions. Famous female celebrities were merely

was very polluted indeed, and Sydney had seen so much of it she had turned numb. As for Christopher, she had no idea what he was like in

seemed more reserved

always meet and chat

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

to hide anything, Christopher said even more directly, "We can be friends

Sydney's palms started sweating.

to sense something from

deliberately

then, her phone

phone screen, and saw a message from

be in a bad state and keeps

solemn in an instant. "What's the

sorry, Mr. Jackson. I have to head back now."