Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Sydney rested both hands on the table, her fingers intertwined. "If you want to avoid creating trouble, you should get married secretly and not openly invite your father and I to the wedding, and even ask your ex-wife to be the bridesmaid."

Sydney wasn't usually good-tempered, but this time, she was speaking to Theodore very patiently.

Although sometimes, the calmer the surface of the sea, the stronger the undercurrents.

"She can choose not to be the bridesmaid, I'm not forcing her. I'm just giving her an option."

His cold tone made Rosalie clench her fists. All the more she didn't want to stay here a second longer.

"Mom, I'll make a move first. Have a nice chat."

"Wait," Sydney said as she turned her head. "Let's head back together later."

"But Mom..."

"Sit down." Sydney pointed to a chair next to her.

Rosalie furrowed her brows.

"Sit down," Sydney repeated herself.

Rosalie sighed before acquiescing.

pulled out her phone

[Rose, let's meet up.]

my place right now. I'll be back soon. Just key in

her text. Rosalie thought that he might be busy right

else in the Spencer family, including myself, will never accept her. Outsiders will see her as a homewrecker. Of course, I can attend the wedding and slap Cynthia in

brows knitted. "Mom, must you

Sydney chuckled. "I'm just giving you an

his words against him.

heard someone use that word in such an

and I won't go," Wesley spat out

present. I want her to experience what it's to be blessed. Dad, Mom,

Poovel.

but

please attend my wedding."

Rosalie smiled weakly.

pain she felt

much did Theodore love Cynthia to make him plead so humbly with