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Accidentally Pregnant 489

    <b>Chapter 489 </b>


    Jonathan took the candy from Michael’s hand and ruffled his hair. “What are you


    doing here?”


    “I’m here for the food!” Michael replied, nibbling on his finger, his eyes sparkling as he stared at Jonathan.


    “Mike, do you remember me?” Irene couldn’t help reaching out to pat Michael’s head.


    Michael said, “You’re Mr. Lime’s mom.”


    Sherry hurried over and scooped Michael up, looking flustered. She’d just gone to the restroom, and when she came back, he was gone.


    “I’m so sorry, Mr. Lynn,” Sherry apologized as she carried Michael away.


    Irene was still watching Michael. She turned to Jonathan and asked, “Is she Mike’s mom?”


    “Yeah,” Jonathan replied, pulling his gaze back to the stage. Irene let out a sigh. Michael was so lively and adorable,and she wished he could be part of the family.


    “Seeing other people with kids makes you jealous, right? You should get married and have one,” Irene teased.


    Jonathan said, “I’m not jealous.”


    “Liar,” Irene said. “You definitely are.”


    As she spoke, Irene couldn’t help ncing back. She couldn’t spot which table Michael had gone to. He was out of sight.


    Sherry carried Michael back to his seat and breathed a sigh of relief. “Don’t run off like that, or your <b>mom’s </b><b>going </b>to me me.”


    “Who’s his mom?” azy, teasing voice suddenly chimed in.


    Sherry looked over warily and saw Sanford’s face. She didn’t know him. At that table, it was just Sherry and Michael, with Sanford sitting right across


    from them.


    “Hey, little guy, what’s your name? Tell me and I’ll give you some candy,” Sanford said, holding out the sweets.


    “No need,” Michael said. “Mom says I can’t take things from strangers.”


    Sanford stared at Michael’s delicate face and grinned. “Let me guess. Your mom is Teresa, right? And your dad is—”


    Before Michael could answer, Sherry cut Sanford off. “Excuse me, sir, this is my son. Is there something you want?”


    “Your son?” Sanford shot back at Sherry. “I just heard what you said. His mom is someone else, right?”


    Sherry took a breath, her tone wary. “Who are you, exactly?”


    Sanford smiled lightly. “Rx, I’m a friend of the bride. I’m not here to cause any trouble for the newlyweds on such ar know–is his mom Teresa?”


    rtant day. I just <b>want to </b>


    Sanford had arrived a while ago. He had been watching Jonathan and Irene for quite some time, not really noticing Michael at first. It was <b>only </b><b>when </b>Michael ran over to talk to Jonathan that Sanford’s attentionnded on him.


    Michael looked about three, dressed fashionably, with delicate features. It instantly reminded Sanford of the day he saw Teresa holding <b>a </b><b>child </b><b>in </b><b>the </b>


    backseat of Jonathan’s car.


    Sanford had wondered if Michael was Jonathan’s son, but Jonathan only exchanged a couple of words <b>with </b>Michael, and <b>Irene </b><b>didn’t </b>react <b>at </b><b>all</b><b>. </b><b>That </b>was why Sanford strolled over to Sherry, wanting to get to the bottom of things.


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    <b>Sherry </b>stuck to her story. “He’s my son. Since you’re a friend of the bride, you should probably head back to your table, I have a hanges, to nas de make things difficult for me.”


    Sanford smirked and reached out to tap Michael’s chin. “See you, little guy. Next time, I’ll bring you a big present.” With that<b>, </b>he finally left


    Michael swung his legs under the table. “That guy is so weird.”


    “Yeah,” Sherry muttered, still uneasy. She quickly texted Teresa about what happened. Teresa froze for a second when she saw the message.


    Teresa nced around, spotted where Sanford was sitting, and shot him a wary look. Sanford noticed and gave her a yful smile.


    Jonathan followed Teresa’s gaze and caught the silent exchange between her and Sanford. His face darkened, and he picked <b>up </b><b>a </b>ss of wine, downing. it in one gulp.


    The emcee on stage announced, “Next, we have a blessing from one of the bride’s friends. Let’s wee him to the stage<b>!</b>”


    Sanford waved as he walked up, took the microphone, and introduced himself. “I’m the bride’s college ssmate and close friend<b>, </b>a witness to <b>her </b>happiness. As her best friend, I wish the newlyweds a lifetime of love and happiness together.”


    Jennifer and Donald gave Sanford a gentle smile. Sanford then sang <b>a </b>song. Irene suddenly turned to Jonathan. “I remember you can sing this one too. Honestly, you sing it better than he does.”


    But Jonathan acted like he didn’t hear her, just kept drinking, lost in his own world. Irene nudged him. “Come on, sing one for us.”


    “No,” Jonathan said, downing another ss. “I’m going to the restroom.” He stood up and left, ignoring everyone around him.


    Teresa watched Jonathan’s unsteady figure as he walked away, her brows knitting together.


    Just then, Irene’s phone rang. She sighed and stood up. “I’m heading out now.”


    Irene’s hurried departure caught Teresa’s eye. Teresa forced herself to look away, determined not <b>to </b>get involved in whatever was going on with Jonathan.


    While Sanford was still singing on stage, Teresa walked over to Sherry.


    Michael hugged Teresa. Seeing that no one was


    s paying attention, Teresa gently stroked his head and asked, “Are you having fun <b>at </b>the party?”


    Michael nodded eagerly. “Sherry peeled crab for me.”


    Sherry said, “I just went to the restroom, and Michael ran off to Jonathan’s table. Irene was there too–it really gave me a scare. I hurried back to get him, and then that guy came over asking if Michael’s mom was you.”


    Teresa nced at Sanford on stage. “He’s my sister’s friend. I don’t think he’ll cause any trouble today.”


    “That’s a relief.” Sherry patted her chest. “Maybe I should take Michael home first. We’ve pretty much finished eating anyway.”


    Teresa was thinking the same thing, but Michael clearly wasn’t ready to leave.


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