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.

thanked the waiter each time he

was a very charming

married and had no children to his name. He probably

probably had no lack

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

well-dressed men surrounded by beauties at public functions. Famous female celebrities were merely playthings to them. As long as they footed the

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

the very least, on the surface, he seemed more

meet and

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

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

Sydney's palms started sweating.

seemed to sense something from

deliberately

her phone dinged

screen, and

where are you? Mom seems to be in

into her bag, her face turning solemn in an instant. "What's the matter? Is something happening?" Christopher

Mr. Jackson. I have to