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 he switched out

was a very

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man like him probably had no lack of women, given

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

Famous female celebrities were merely playthings to them.

polluted indeed, and Sydney had seen so much of it she had turned numb. As for Christopher, she

least, on the surface, he seemed more reserved and more worthy of her respect than

and chat more

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

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

Sydney's palms started sweating.

seemed to sense something from the look

fact, Christopher deliberately let her sense

her phone dinged

screen, and saw

be in a

into her bag, her face turning solemn

husband just texted me. I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson. I have to head back now." She deliberately