My Son's Mom Will Be My Wife

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 17

My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 17–With that, Gregory’s eyes began to redden, as if he was about to cry too,

Tessa didn’t expect him to have such a big reaction. Hence he felt guilty, and he also felt sorry for the boy. Instantly, she wiped away tears as she said:

-That’s not true. I cried because I remembered something from the past. Honey, it has nothing to do with you.

With that, she wiped away her tears and carried Gregory in her arms.

The little guy in his arms was soft and adorable, and one couldn’t help but want to pamper him. “How could anyone bear to blame him, even a little?”

Gregory was not yet ready to believe it, but when he saw that Tessa was back to being the same as always, he relaxed. Then he put his arms around his neck and said:

-Don’t cry. I’ll protect you if you’re bullied, so don’t cry anymore. I will feel bad.

Tessa felt warmth in her heart as Gregory comforted her.

-Very well, I will count on you.

While the two were talking, Tessa dried Gregory with a towel. The boy had a pleasant smell, and his friendly cow-themed pajamas, coupled with his exquisite features, only enhanced his tenderness.

As Tessa looked at him, she could feel her heart melt. He hugged him and refused to let go.

-Honey, you’re too cute! I’ve never seen a child as cute as you.

are also very pretty. You are the prettiest

receive praise and, in

with words. – Tessa laughed

finished a cigarette and was climbing the stairs in great strides. He had just arrived at the door of the room when he saw

leaned into Tessa’s embrace as he

I sleep with

quite willing, but first she had to

saw his father, he immediately

can I sleep with Pretty Miss

want to let the boy down, so he pulled his thin lips apart

Greg for a while longer.

she was even more curious, “Why had I changed

accompanied Gregory to sleep, and also told him a bedtime story. Nicholas, for his part, sat quietly on

soft words echoed in his ears, her sentences accented with a particular tone that

gradually felt that his voice matchedsome of hismemory, but it didn’tfeel real at the same

was like a fragile flower. His breath was so choppy that it almost broke, and he also

barely remember it. However, at that moment he had

scrutinizing look. The gaze in his eyes darkened as he tried

then quickly got out of bed and whispered to

“President Sawyer, you’re asleep.

As the words came from his thin lips, Nicholas got

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