My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 12–Too Many Coincidences

“Yes, sir! —The bodyguards immediately moved in a synchronized manner as they dragged Sophia and Lauren as if the women were two sacks of potatoes. When they reached the entrance, they were unceremoniously thrown out the doors.

The orchestra members who had gathered around to watch this were speechless, and a suffocating silence followed Nicholas’ ruthless and relentless gesture.

Tessa was also slow to recover from the initial shock, and didn’t come out of her daze until Nicholas spoke again.

“Greg, are you hurt?” —Nicholas approached Gregory, a warm, fatherly concern filling his dark orbs. He looked very different from the intimidating and domineering president he had been a few moments ago.

“I’m fine, Dad,” Gregory replied with a gentle wave of his little head.

When everyone heard this, they let out a collective sigh of relief.

Knowing that she was the cause of this fiasco, Tessa stepped forward with square shoulders and said apologetically:

“I’m so sorry, President Sawyer. Those two were behind me, but Gregory was almost injured in the chaos. This is all my fault.

Hearing this, Nicholas gave him a brief icy look, and then withdrew his gaze as he replied stoically:

“Yes, all this has happened because of you, but since someone else has been punished for it, I will let you off the hook. He paused, then added in the same frigid tone: It’s almost lunchtime anyway. I will take Gregory home after we have dinner at the restaurant. Come.

With that, he lifted Gregory into his arms and headed for the doors.

As Gregory leaned on the curve of Nicholas’ broad shoulder, his mind began to run. He was desperate to come up with a plan to stay by Tessa’s side for the rest of the day.

Tessa, for her part, dared not entertain herself while she arranged her clothes and followed Nicholas out of the building.

…

Trove. As one of the most exclusive private restaurants in the industry, the head chef who ran it was as good as any Michelin-starred chef, and had once participated in the preparation of the food for a national banquet. Members of high society and famous icons had tried to dine here,

set foot in a place like this. Only thanks to Nicholas and his powerful contacts was he able to sit here today for what would be the

in her seat, not knowing if breathing was something she could

no abiertamente impasible. Pidió unos cuantos platos, y cuando le entregó el menú a Tessa,

—Pide lo que quieras.

sencillo para ella, pero cuando vio

quedó mirando los números con incredulidad. «¿Brócoli salteado con un precio de tres dígitos? ¿Qué, el

en la cuenta que vendría al final de esta comida, hizo un pequeño pedido y eligió el zumo de frutas

dar las gracias al camarero, todavía

un aspecto tan delicioso como su olor. Estaban ordenados en el centro

que todos llevaban ingredientes de lujo, cuyos nombres era probable que no pudiera

tendrían al menos un

se quedó sin palabras mientras reflexionaba con nostalgia para sí misma: «Esta gente

entonces, una voz dulce e infantil la sacó de

papá hoy, señorita bonita, ¡así

le dirigió una suave

—De acuerdo.

comer,

esto, Gregory

no come, señorita bonita? ¿No le

al oír

comida no le sienta bien a su paladar, señorita

Tessa, y luego paladeó unas cuantas

el padre como el hijo no dijeron nada más después de esto, y los tres comieron su

vez en cuando ayudaba a Gregory a cargar