Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

"We should jam in the future." Chris' face lit up with the excitement of youth.

"Chris, I've wanted to ask you. If you like music so much, why do you still want to work for the company?"

Chris looked depressed. "That was my mother's intention. I actually don't want to go at all, but my mother forced me to. Honestly, I only like music. My dream is to form a professional band and release our own album."

Selena nodded in understanding. Helen only had one son, Chris. She should fully indulge him in his wishes, but she did not let her son go down the musical route. But then again, many parents might not be able to accept their children starting a music career, especially rock music, so it didn't seem strange for Helen to disagree.

Chris suddenly stammered, "S-Selena, actually..."

"What's wrong? If you have something to say, just say it. Your brother and I have gotten our marriage certificate, so we're now a family."

Although Selena knew about Helen's past, the woman had already left the organization and lived a life of her own, so she did not want to expose anything.

"Does my mom not like you?" Chris scratched his head. "Although my mother is actually my brother's stepmother, she has been quite good to him. If you've married him, then she'll become your mother-in-law. I've heard that mothers-in-law usually do not like their daughters-in-law, so I want to ask whether my mother likes you or not."

like herself. However, this was understandable as who would like someone who knew their secret? If she exposed Helen's past, John would not let her go. "Well,

just a casual question. I was afraid that you two

mouth, then added, "Selena, you

you

bad." Looking at Chris' face that was lit with

protect you!" Chris then disappeared into the darkness of

the time, she was surprised to see eighteen missed calls, all from Pierre. As if this was not enough, there were countless WhatsApp messages from him as well. 'Why didn't you answer

'Are you in trouble?'

I'm going

Selena called Pierre, who answered the phone. "Hey, where are

"I-I'm at the bar."

times! You didn't even answer! What are you trying to do?" Pierre growled. It was apparent that he was forcefully suppressing his voice,

the phone directly, cutting her