Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 832

Sydney smiled politely.

"I wouldn't say 'pressured', but I do feel a little nervous."

Sydney had the experience of having dinner with leaders of major companies and even of the city.

Christopher somehow felt different from them all.

She could tell at one glance what kind of people the rest of them were, and even see through their preferences and such.

However, she couldn't figure Christopher Jackson out. Each time she looked into his eyes, she would feel slightly nervous, as though he was capable of melting her into a puddle anytime.

Having lived through half her life, Sydney wasn't a naive young lady who thought that Christopher had feelings for her. Yet, in the depths of her heart, she could sense something wrong with the look in his eyes.

"Why do you feel nervous? Do you think I'll be fierce to you, or raise some unreasonable request?" Christopher asked.

He spoke calmly and politely, with a graceful poise befitting of a true gentleman.

Sydney said, "Mr. Jackson, I naturally must be cautious walking by your side."

Christopher lowered his head. After a moment's silence, he said, "You don't need to stand on ceremony with me, or be so cautious around me. Just treat me like you would anyone else. Don't worry, I won't pick on you or make things difficult for you, or even force you to do something you don't want to do. It's just lunch. If you really feel pressured, we can always leave."

Every word was spoken with such grace and pose.

Sydney naturally wouldn't allow herself to leave at this juncture just because of some nerves.

"Mr. Jackson, thank you so much for saying all that. I do find it an honor to be able to have a meal with you," she said.

"Don't be so formal with me. It's not that big an honor, really. As the president of a bank, I'm sure things are not easy with all the work you're busy with day in, day out. It is, in fact, an honor for me to have lunch with you. I actually have to seek your advice on finance-related issues, since you're clearly a professional in this field."

"No, you still look very pretty."

Christopher's gaze rested on her face. It looked as though he was trying to see through her.

Sydney placed her hands on her knees and looked up at him, trying to calm herself down. "Mr. Jackson, I…"

Just then, a phone rang. It was Sydney's phone.

She felt as though the call saved her.

Sydney glanced at her phone screen, and her brows furrowed.

Fortunately, she could use this call as an excuse to leave the room for a while. She looked up at Christopher, and said, "Pardon me, let me take this call."