Chasing My Pregnant Wife



In the evening, the soft sunlight filtered through the villa's windows, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Inside, it was quiet, with a faint floral fragrance lingering in the air, as if time had frozen at that very moment. A gentle breeze lightly brushed against the curtains, whispering softly. Geoffrey leaned against Sydney from behind, his fingers gently tracing her shoulder. He couldn't help but lower his head to give her a kiss. Sydney opened her tired eyes, a wave of irritation and disgust flickering in them. She tried to shift her body to avoid his kiss, but she had no strength left. She had been trapped here for hours.

Over twenty years ago, they had been the closest of people, but now everything had changed. Sydney only felt hatred and contempt toward Geoffrey, even a sense of disdain.

Geoffrey lay beside her, satisfied. He pulled her tightly into his arms. "Sydney, it's been almost thirty years, and finally, we've reunited. Though we're no longer young, the feelings we once had for each other still exist."

Geoffrey had always placed great importance on maintaining his health and exercising regularly. He held himself to strict standards when it came to his body. Though he was nearing fifty, he was in excellent shape-better than many men in their thirties.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He appeared to be in his early forties at most, and he looked mature and composed. Time had only added a sense of steadiness to him, a manliness that younger men could not match.

Hearing Geoffrey's smug voice, Sydney smirked. A hint of disdain flashed through her eyes.

"I don't know what feeling you're talking about, but if you mean disgust, then you're absolutely right. I do feel disgusted."

The smile on Geoffrey's face faded, and his expression grew cold. "Disgusted? Is that how you feel about me now?"

"You're wrong," Sydney retorted sarcastically. "It's not just now. I've felt this way about you for over twenty years. It's never changed because you've always been disgusting."

Sydney had once loved him, but she had been too young at the time. When she first encountered someone like Geoffrey, who was well-versed in sweet talk, wise, and attentive to her every need. She fell deeply in love, completely unable to extricate herself.

Even though he was selfish and only cared about his own interests, in her eyes, he was perfect.

She believed he was ambitious and talented. No matter what he did, she admired him. Had she been a few years older at the time, she certainly wouldn't have been deceived by someone like Geoffrey.

Perhaps Geoffrey hadn't even deceived her back then. Maybe he did love her, but in the end, his love was no match for his ambition.

"Sydney, don't say that. I know you're angry with me, but we once loved each other so deeply. Even now, I love you just as much."

"Is this what you call love? Holding me hostage and doing these things to me?" Sydney scoffed.

"We were each other's first love. Every first we had was with each other. And besides, our son is already so grown up. What's the problem? I just love you too much and lost control!"

"Love?" Sydney turned her head away.

"Sydney, do you think I don't love you enough?"

"Compared to Wesley, you don't even come close."

"What did you say?" Geoffrey gritted his teeth and spoke word by word. "Say that again!"

"I'll say it ten times if you like. He's better than you in every way. You can't even compare to him." Sydney laughed, her tone even more mocking than before.

Although she hated Wesley as well, she couldn't let Geoffrey have his way. She wanted to ridicule him. Nothing wounded a man's pride more deeply than this.

"Sydney!"

Geoffrey's hand clamped down hard

on her face. He glared at her, his

sl.ne

face twisted in anger. His lips were pressed into a tight line as an invisible force seemed to lift him, radiating an aura that sent chills down anyone's spine.