Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Xyla smiled.

"Mom, what are you talking about?" She linked arms with her mother, acting like the perfect, affectionate daughter. "Mom, you're forever young. I think you look under 50-still so youthful!"

"You and that sweet tongue of yours! Always so good at flattering others."

Chandra was indeed pleased by the compliment.

"Come on, let's head inside," she said. "What if you start feeling unwell again?"

"Alright, let's go in," Xyla said; she gave Christopher a look, her gaze flicking toward the gates, as if silently urging him to leave.

"Mom, since Xyla's fine, I'll head back now and visit you another day," Christopher said, playing along.

"It's so late already, and you've come all this way," Chandra said. "Why don't you stay the night and leave tomorrow?"

be up early tomorrow, and it's quite far from here to the office. I'd better go back

of your health. Don't overwork yourself. You've always been so driven. You've worked yourself into the hospital before. Let your subordinates handle things—don't take everything

that. See? I'm perfectly

gently patted his arm. "Good. My son is strong, and my daughter is so devoted. It's just a pity that my eldest son left us too soon, but at least I still

her eldest son, a wave of sadness passed over her

the subject.

Chandra turned to Christopher. "Drive carefully on your way back. Let me know when

will. I'll

got into his car and

kind of nightlife have you been up to? It sounds so exciting. Tell me

You kids wouldn't find

be interested if you don't tell me? Come

daughter." Chandra suddenly stopped, her gaze becoming noticeably more serious as she looked at Xyla.

raised her hand and gently stroked Xyla's face. "You always tet yourself be wronged. Why is that? If I don't stand up for you, are you just going to let yourself be