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.

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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, but the restaurant would not accept them unless they had a reservation made at least a month

normal circumstances, Tessa would never have been able to set foot in a place like this. Only thanks to Nicholas and his powerful contacts was he able to sit here today

suffocating. Tessa sat stiff in her seat, not knowing if breathing was something she could afford

abiertamente impasible. Pidió unos cuantos platos,

—Pide lo que quieras.

pero cuando vio los precios del menú, casi se le salen los ojos de las

mirando los números con incredulidad. «¿Brócoli salteado con un precio de tres dígitos? ¿Qué, el brócoli estaba plantado en tierra dorada

cuenta que vendría al final de esta comida, hizo un pequeño pedido y eligió el zumo de frutas más barato que había, luego entregó con manos temblorosas el menú al

las gracias

el centro de la mesa del comedor, con una estética tan agradable que resultaba difícil creer que se trataba de comida de

de Tessa recorría los platos, observó con no poca sorpresa que todos llevaban ingredientes de lujo, cuyos

platos que tenía delante tendrían al menos un precio

repente se quedó sin palabras mientras reflexionaba con nostalgia para sí misma: «Esta gente rica sí que vive de forma diferente.

dulce e infantil

bonita, ¡así que atrévase! —Gregory le dedicó

dirigió una suave

—De acuerdo.

haber accedido a comer, pero apenas comió

ver esto, Gregory preguntó

bonita? ¿No le gusta la

miró inquisitivamente al oír esto y

comida no le sienta bien a

es eso. Todo está delicioso —se apresuró a decir Tessa, y luego

nada más después de esto, y los tres

vez en cuando ayudaba