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."

it? Have you

if

is mere interest that I have in

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

you like me?" Sydney

was no point beating around the bush for people of their age. It was purely practical between middle-aged men and women. All

so I want you. I don't like seeing you upset." Christopher lifted a hand and caressed the corner of

eyes welled

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

good man couldn't possibly attain this level of success in his cruel

possibly be devoted

that, Sydney couldn't help but feel moved. It was rare that a man like Christopher liked her and treated her like this. Most other men would treat women as objects and throw them aside after they were

her eyes. Christopher wiped a corner of her

"What's

you're upset, you an tell me about it." He wrapped an arm around