Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 847

Late at night, a car stopped in front of a luxurious private villa. Sydney parked at the entrance, but didn't get out for a long time.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the car window that Sydney regained her senses, and she lowered the window.

Outside the car, Geoffrey looked at her with a big smile. "You came. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He opened the car door for Sydney like a gentleman, but Sydney knew all too well what kind of person he was.

She grabbed her bag, and got out of the car.

Geoffrey extended his hand. "Let me carry your bag."

"No need," she said, walking directly into the villa.

Geoffrey followed, asking, "Have you had dinner?"

"Yes."

"Would you like some supper?"

"No, thank you."

Sydney headed straight upstairs.

Once they reached the room, Sydney put her bag aside and started undressing.

Geoffrey stood there, arms crossed and watching her.

Halfway through undressing, Sydney said coldly, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and take off your clothes. I need to leave after we're done."

"Why should you when it's already late?" Geoffrey stepped forward, then helped her remove her jacket and unbutton her shirt. "Stay the night. We can have breakfast together tomorrow morning."

He stripped off Sydney's clothes piece by piece, then lifted her onto the bed.

Geoffrey lowered his head to kiss her, but Sydney blocked his mouth. "Where's my necklace? Give it back."

Geoffrey reached under the pillow, pulled out a necklace, and dangled it in front of her. "Is this the one?"

Just as Sydney was about to grab it, Geoffrey dodged and said, "Don't be hasty. Let me put it on for you."

Sydney sneered, "You're a sick pervert."

"That's right, I'm a pervert." Geoffrey didn't deny it. "A pervert who loves you."

As he unbuttoned his shirt, he said, "Sydney, we've lived half our lives already. Wouldn't it be nice to do as you please? I can make you very happy."

Sydney disdainfully turned her head to the side, not even bothering to look at him.

Geoffrey threw all his clothes on the floor and lowered his head to kiss her. At that moment, a phone rang.

"Sweetheart, your phone's ringing. Do you want to answer it?"

"No," Sydney said. "Just hurry up."

She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible.

Seeing how eager Sydney was, Geoffrey became more intrigued. He reached into Sydney's bag, took out her phone, and glanced at it.

Seeing the caller ID, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He waved the phone in front of her. "It's your husband calling."