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 he switched

very charming

had no children to his name. He probably gave his entire life

like him probably had no lack of women, given his status

influential didn't let their marital status stop them from having their fun outside the family. They simply did it in the dark, such that no one

those well-dressed men surrounded by beauties at public functions. Famous female celebrities were merely playthings to

indeed, and Sydney had seen so much of it she had turned

seemed more reserved and more worthy of her respect

always meet and

Christopher's words stunned Sydney.

even more directly, "We can be friends and just

Sydney's palms started sweating.

sense something from the look

deliberately let

then, her

glanced at her phone screen,

to be in

her bag, her face turning solemn in an

Jackson. I have to