NovelEnglishSydney looked down sadly. "Not too bad." "Really?" Christopher didn't think so. Sydney looked troubled, her mind occupied with many things that saddened her. "How's your mother-in-law?" "She's doing well, just that she's advanced in years and her dementia is getting more severe," Sydney replied with a nod. "What about your husband?" Sydney stood stunned for a moment before answering, "I haven't seen him for a while. He's quite busy.' "Is that really the case, or do you just not want to see him?" "Mr. Jackson," Sydney said, "let's not keep talking about me. Let's talk about you instead. How have you been recently?" Christopher looked at Sydney, thinking that she must have had something to do with what happened to Rosalie.
However, Rosalie herself didn't know about it, and it didn't feel right to tell Sydney about it now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I've been well," he replied. "Aside from being rather busy, it's been the sold. I sometimes think of you, wondering what you're doing. Are you still mad atfor what happened previously?" Sydney smiled faintly. "I was never mad at you for that. Don't take it to heart." "That's good." The two of them chatted for a long time. Even after they were done with dinner, neither of them was in a rush to leave.
It was very late when Christopher glanced at his watch and noticed the time. "I'm sorry for holding you up for so long." "It's fine. I don't have anything else to rush to anyway," Sydney said.
"Letsend you home." "It's fine. I drove." "No way," Christopher said. "You drank just now and can't drive. Take my car and I'll have the driver send you home." After pondering for a moment, Sydney nodded. "Alright, then." Christopher then led Sydney to his car. The black armored car sped in the night.
Christopher pressed a button to raise the divider between the driver's seat and the back passenger Sitting next to Christopher, Sydney was very nervous. en.kikistories "What's the matter? Not feeling well?" Christopher asked.
"No," Sydney said with a shake of her head.
"Do you want toe up to my house? There's no one there except for me." Sydney's heart raced. Christopher was clearly hooking her up.
Young ladies may be great and most men preferred them, but they lacked a certain charm that cwith the passage of time. Men with substance wouldn't just pursue young ladies. They preferred women with stories, like old wine deeper in flavor and rich with stories.
Sydney's vision blurred. She did have many stories-sbitter and painful memories and stories.
Her first love betrayed her, married another woman, and even snatched her child away. To top it all off, he was now cajoling and pressuring her.
Her husband, on the other hand, betrayed her and left with another woman, abandoning her and their son.
Yet now, both men regretted their actions and wanted to win her back.
What a joke! 'et it,' she thought.
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