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 changed

to ask if you

it is mere interest that

question in all seriousness. It didn't look like he said it on the spur of the

you like

age. It was purely practical between middle-aged men and women. All those dignified relationships

don't like seeing you 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 you what

welled up with

of his status and influence couldn't possibly retain a pure, untainted heart, especially at his

couldn't possibly attain this level of success in his cruel and filthy world

be devoted to one

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 done. Dignity and respect were

in her eyes. Christopher wiped a corner of her eyes and kissed

"What's

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