Chasing My Pregnant Wife

That afternoon, Yerick had lunch with Wesley.

Wesley was in a sullen mood, looking troubled. He didn't eat much. He kept sighing, a morose look on his face.

“Godfather, I know you just got a divorce and you're feeling bad about it, but time heals all wounds. I know many young and beautiful ladies who adore older men like you. I can introduce them to you."

Yerick tried to comfort him as best as he could with a bright smile.

"No, thank you. I'm getting old and am certainly not a good match for those young and beautiful ladies you're talking about," Wesley said with a bitter smile.

He seriously wasn't in the mood to begin a new relationship right now.

He had committed so many mistakes in his relationship in the early part of his life. He really shouldn't hurt another woman like that again.

“Godfather, don't say that. You're not old. You're middle-aged, and handsome and mature to boot. Many young ladies like your type and feel secure with men like you. Don't think so lowly of yourself."

Even though Yerick was to bootlick Wesley, what he said was the truth.

a unique charm to him. He was also wealthy. His status and influence alone were enough to send hordes of women swarming

you, but I don't want to enter a new relationship just yet." "Alright then, Godfather. If you change your mind,

ask for a favor

if I can. You're my

stay

came into

to stay with him, his mom just passed away, and Sydney

his biological son. If the boy could stay with him, things would be livelier

you want me to

affairs.

"Well..." Yerick hesitated.

was worried that

scare off

immediately added, "It's fine even if you're

Godfather, of course I'm willing to if you want me to live with you. It's just that I'm quite busy and might not be home