Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Geoffrey smiled politely. "I have a simple request. I mainly want to meet President Harper. There's nothing beyond that. Don't think too badly of me. Not everyone has an ulterior motive."

"Threatening my daughter-in-law with your own son, and then telling me you have no ulterior motive? Chairman Carter, we're not children or idiots, so let's not lie with our eyes wide open," Sydney snapped. She was filled with rage. Every word she said was sharp, and she wasn't showing Geoffrey any courtesy.

Rosalie didn't expect Sydney to be so direct, either.

Sydney turned her head, and said, "Rose, go pick out some seafood. Choose the freshest ones."

"Okay." Rosalie stood up. "You two chat first."

It seemed they had things to discuss.

The waiter led Rosalie to the seafood section. "This way, please."

All the seafood here was live, and selected on the spot.

After Rosalie left, Geoffrey discarded his polite demeanor.

Sydney's expression grew colder. "Geoffrey, what are you playing at? Do you find this amusing?"

elbow on the table. He leaned forward a little, and said slowly, "Yes, I find it

been especially kind to Sydney, leaving only few traces on her face. She didn't have a single wrinkle, and it made her even more charming. This charm was too lethal

How bored must you

heaved a sigh. "Indeed,

е

boring. The nights are endless.

Why

von

life more interesting,

nudged Sydney's calf lightly with his

expression was calm, though she really wanted to splash a glass of water on his

feet in place. You should be more dignified at your age,

any other emotion, Geoffrey narrowed his eyes. A

against the chair. "Let's

reconciled for a long time. We're doing very

suppose you're the type to reconcile with a scumbag husband. What's the term? A scumbag

don't use terms

understand to criticize others'