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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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,

foot in a place like this. Only thanks to Nicholas and his powerful contacts

none and suffocating. Tessa sat stiff in her seat, not knowing if

abiertamente impasible. Pidió unos cuantos platos, y cuando le entregó el

—Pide lo que quieras.

intención de pedir algo sencillo para ella, pero

quedó mirando los números con incredulidad. «¿Brócoli salteado con un

pequeño pedido y eligió el

dar las gracias al

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

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

delante tendrían al

saliva y de repente se quedó sin palabras mientras reflexionaba con nostalgia para sí misma: «Esta gente rica sí que vive de forma diferente. Sólo esta comida me

una voz dulce e infantil la sacó

a pagar papá hoy, señorita bonita, ¡así

una suave sonrisa al escuchar su

—De acuerdo.

accedido a comer, pero

esto, Gregory preguntó

qué no come, señorita bonita? ¿No le

miró inquisitivamente al oír esto

comida no le sienta bien a su paladar, señorita

Todo está delicioso —se apresuró a decir Tessa, y luego paladeó unas cuantas cucharadas de comida en su propio

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

vez en cuando ayudaba a Gregory