My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 12
My Son Mother Will Be My Wife Chapter 12–Too Many Coincidences
“Yes, sir! —The bodyguards immediately moved in a synchronized manner as they dragged Sophia
and Lauren as if the women were two sacks of potatoes. When they reached the entrance, they were
unceremoniously thrown out the doors.
The orchestra members who had gathered around to watch this were speechless, and a suffocating
silence followed Nichs’ ruthless and relentless gesture.
Tessa was also slow to recover from the initial shock, and didn’te out of her daze until Nichs
spoke again.
“Greg, are you hurt?” —Nichs approached Gregory, a warm, fatherly concern filling his dark orbs.
He looked very different from the intimidating and domineering president he had been a few moments
ago.
“I’m fine, Dad,” Gregory replied with a gentle wave of his little head.
When everyone heard this, they let out a collective sigh of relief.
Knowing that she was the cause of this fiasco, Tessa stepped forward with square shoulders and said
apologetically:
“I’m so sorry, President Sawyer. Those two were behind me, but Gregory was almost injured in the
chaos. This is all my fault.
Hearing this, Nichs gave him a brief icy look, and then withdrew his gaze as he replied stoically:
“Yes, all this has happened because of you, but since someone else has been punished for it, I will let
you off the hook. He paused, then added in the same frigid tone: It’s almost lunchtime anyway. I will
take Gregory home after we have dinner at the restaurant. Come.
With that, he lifted Gregory into his arms and headed for the doors.
As Gregory leaned on the curve of Nichs’ broad shoulder, his mind began to run. He was desperate
toe up with a n to stay by Tessa’s side for the rest of the day.
Tessa, for her part, dared not entertain herself while she arranged her clothes and followed Nichs
out of the building.
…
The three were in a private restaurant called Winston Trove. As one of the most exclusive private
restaurants in the industry, the head chef who ran it was as good as any Michelin-starred chef, and had
once participated in the preparation of the food for a national banquet. Members of high society and
famous icons had tried to dine here, but the restaurant would not ept them unless they had a
reservation made at least a month in advance.
Under normal circumstances, Tessa would never have been able to set foot in a ce like this. Only
thanks to Nichs and his powerful contacts was he able to sit here today for what would be the most
expensive lunch of his life.
That said, the pressure that apanied such an exquisite meal was second to none and suffocating.
Tessa sat stiff in her seat, not knowing if breathing was something she could afford in the presence of a
world-famous business tycoon.
En cambio, Nichs parecía bastante tranquilo, aunque no abiertamente impasible. Pidió unos
cuantos tos, y cuando le entregó el menú a Tessa, le dijo:
—Pide lo que quieras.
Tomó el menú con gracia, con intención de pedir algo sencillo para e, pero cuando vio los precios
del menú, casi se le salen los ojos des órbitas.
?Estos precios son ridículos?. Se quedó mirando los números con incredulidad. ??Brócoli salteado
con un precio de tres dígitos? ?Qué, el brócoli estaba ntado en tierra dorada o algo así??
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Temndo al pensar en cuenta que vendría al final de estaida, hizo un peque?o pedido y eligió
el zumo de frutas más barato que había, luego entregó con manos temblorosas el menú al camarero.
—Gracias. —Consiguió dars gracias al camarero, todavía incréd.
No tardaron en servir los tos, y todos tenían un aspecto tan deliciosoo su olor. Estaban
ordenados en el centro de mesa deledor, con una estética tan agradable que resultaba difícil
creer que se trataba deida de verdad.
Mientras mirada de Tessa recorría los tos, observó con no poca sorpresa que todos llevaban
ingredientes de lujo, cuyos nombres era probable que no pudiera pronunciar.
Es más, los tos que tenía dnte tendrían al menos un precio de cuatro cifras cada uno.
Tragó saliva y de repente se quedó sin pbras mientras reflexionaba con nostalgia para sí misma:
?Esta gente rica sí que vive de forma diferente. Sólo estaida me costaría un mes de ingresos?.
Justo entonces, una voz dulce e infantil sacó de sus pensamientos.
—El almuerzo lo va a pagar papá hoy, se?orita bonita, ?así que atrévase! —Gregory le dedicó una
adorable sonrisa.
Tessa le dirigió una suave sonrisa al escuchar su invitación.
—De acuerdo.
Podría haber edido aer, pero apenasió nada.
Al ver esto, Gregory preguntó preocupado:
—?Por qué noe, se?orita bonita? ?No le gustaida?
Nichs miró inquisitivamente al oír esto y presionó:
—?Qué pasa? ?Laida no le sienta bien a su pdar, se?orita Reinhart?
—Oh, no, no es eso. Todo está delicioso —se apresuró a decir Tessa, y luego pdeó unas cuantas
cucharadas deida en su propio to.
Tanto el padreo el hijo no dijeron nada más después de esto, y los tresieron suida en
silencio.
Nichs no era muy hador, aunque de vez en cuando ayudaba a Gregory a cargar su to.
A Tessa, por su parte, le mortificaba tanto idea de ques cosas se volvieran incómodas que optó
por dedicar mayor parte de su energía a pr gambas y cangrejos para Gregory, pero en ese
momento, Nichs se?aló con su característico barítono profundo:
—Se?orita Reinhart, Greg no puede tomar cangrejos. Es alérgico a ellos.
Parpadeando sorprendida por esta nueva información, dijo:
—?De verdad? Yo también soy alérgica a los cangrejos.
—?De verdad? —exmó Gregory, encantado de tener algo enún con su se?orita bonita favorita.
Y a?adió con entusiasmo—: ?Sabe qué, se?orita bonita? No sólo soy alérgico a los cangrejos, sino
también as gambas y a otros mariscos. No puedo tocarlos, ?pero puedoer pescado!
Tessa no pudo ocultar su desconcierto al escuchar esto.
—?Qué coincidencia! Yo también.
Junto a ellos, Nichs escuchó su intercambio con una expresión sombría en su rostro. Empezaba a
pensar que aque mujer intentaba caerle bien a Gregory, pero al observa más de cerca, se dio
cuenta de que, en efecto, evitabas gambas y los cangrejos, aunqueía una buena ración de
pescado.
She also realized that she was a rather picky eater. He had delicately chosen green onions,tro,
and carrots from his meal, and it all turned out to be the same thing Gregory hated.
What was even more ridiculous was that her taste for food matched Gregory’s, and she was just as
picky as he was.
The revtion made Nichs sad. He liked to think that all these were coincidences, or rather,
coincidences that had been created deliberately by that woman.
In the middle of lunch, Tessa excused herself to go to the bathroom.
The moment she got up from the table, Nichs pulled out his phone and hurriedly texted Edward, his
assistant.
[How is the research on Tessa Reinhart going?]
Meanwhile, Edward had spent an entire morning researching everything there was to know about
Tessa and her background. However, he was overwhelmed when he saw the information he had
recovered with so much effort.
“This… She…”
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