Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Chapter 47

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Chapter 46 "Mom, this is just my usual expression. I'm like this with everyone," said Wesley, indirectly explaining that he wasn't intentionally targeting Sydney.

Actually, he was quite happy to see his wife. It was just that he wasn't good at expressing it, and Sydney didn't mind either.

"She's your wife. Why would you treat her the sas anyone else?" Rebecca raised her finger at her son. "You..." Sydney took the older woman's arm. "It's alright, Mom. Let's go eat. It's rare for everyone to gather together. Let's not talk about unhappy things today." Sydney's implications were apparent to Wesley, who frowned but didn't say anything.

Theodore chimed in, "Yeah, let's enjoy a meal since we're all together.

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It's rare." "Hah... you make it sound like such a good thing," said Wesley, glancing coldly at his son. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, as if implying something.

Rebecca furrowed her brows. "Wesley, what's wrong with you now? What did Theo do to offend you?" Wesley smiled. "Mom, it's nothing. You guys, go ahead to the dining room. I need to talk to Theo about something work-related." "Alright, go ahead." The old lady walked into the dining room, supported by her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law.

1/3 +IL BONUS After the ladies left, Wesley gave Theodore a cold look. "How do you plan to resolve the situation with Cynthia?" "Dad, you don't need to worry about this matter." "Worry?" Wesley snorted. "If your grandmother finds out what you've done, she'll be furious. You're actually getting a divorce because of a mistress." Theodore frowned. "Did Rose tell you we're getting a divorce?" "It's written all over your face!" Wesley lowered his voice, trying not to be heard by others as he continued, "I advise you to buck up and stop messing around with Cynthia. What's so good about her that you have to screw things up with your wife?" "Before you start lecturing me, you better fix your relationship with Mom first, Dad. Your marriage is a mess. You should know better thanwhy Mom is distant from you!" Theodore retorted without hesitation.

"You..." Wesley clenched his fist, "Are you getting cocky now? Just wait and see. I want to see how far you and that mistress of yours can go. Don't regret it later." "She's not a mistress." Theodore's expression was serious, as unyielding as a mountain. "Even if I regret it later, I'll bear the consequences myself." "Fine, you said it yourself. You just wait and see." Wesley turned and left, feeling that Theodore would regret it one day. Although he couldn't prove it, this feeling seemed familiar.

History was like a cycle. For those who learned nothing from their mistakes, they would just keep repeating them.

+26 BONUS Rosalle often accompanied Rebecca, but it was rare for the whole family to get together like this for a meal. Today, Rebecca was particularly in high spirits. She sat at the head of the table, deliberately asking the butler to pour her sred wine.

Sydney tried to dissuade her; "Mom, you shouldn't drink. Have sjuice instead." "It's fine." Rebecca shrugged it off. "I'm so old already. Whether I drink or not doesn't make much of a difference.

I don't want to restrict myself anymore."

Even if she restricted herself, what difference would it make? She m wouldn't live much longer anyway. It was better to do what she wanted while she was still alive. Sydney frowned slightly. She was about to say something when Theodore and Wesley walked in.

Rebecca saw the two men enter and quickly said, "Theo, csit over here." She pointed to the empty seat next to Rosalie.

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In this situation, Theodore naturally couldn't be too distant from Rosalie, or Rebecca would notice something. He could only sit next to his wife and huddle closer to her. "Take a seat here, Wesley," said the old lady, gesturing to the seat next to Sydney.

Wesley glanced at Sydney, hesitating a bit. But the butler had already pulled out the chair for him, so he sat down.

Sydney gave him a cold glance.

Suddenly, she got up and pulled her chair a bit further away creating between them. She quite a distance b clearly didn't want to be too close to him, her actions unmistakable and indifferent to any sense of propriety. X

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