Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Mr. Jackson, I'll go up with you."

Christopher's eyes softened. He held Sydney's hand in his and kissed the back of it.

Sydney followed Christopher to his house.

He lived alone in a bungalow that wasn't as big or opulent as she thought it was. After leading her to his room, Christopher poured out two glasses of red wine and handed one of them to her.

Sydney took the glass and sipped on the wine as she looked around her. "Is there no one here taking care of things around here?"

"I have help coming in regularly to clean the house and cook, but she doesn't live here. I like a quiet space of my own," Christopher replied.

"I see," Sydney said with a smile before taking another sip of wine.

The room was dim; they gazed at each other as they put their wine glasses down and drew near to each other. Christopher pulled her into his arms and lowered his head in a bid to kiss her.

Just then, Sydney covered his mouth with her hands. "Wait, I want to ask you a question."

is it? Have you changed your

to ask if you are

chuckled. "Do you think it is mere interest

question in all seriousness. It didn't look like he

like me?" Sydney

the bush for people of their age. It was purely practical between middle-aged men and women. All those dignified relationships in upper-class circles were merely a facade for the raw desire hidden

upset." Christopher lifted a hand and caressed the corner of her lips. "I hope you'll be happy whenever you're with me. I want to give

eyes welled up with

a naive, innocent man. A man of his status and influence couldn't

attain this level of success in his cruel and filthy

could he possibly be devoted

It was rare that a man like Christopher liked her and treated her like this. Most other

as tears welled up in her eyes. Christopher wiped a

"What's

tell me about it."