All Chapters of Chasing Love After Divorce: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RYANIt's been five days, and I haven't heard from Lexi. I wondered what that wench was up to. I have stared at my phone screen tirelessly, hoping that her message or caller ID would pop up, but it never did. Where is she? What is she doing with baby Isabelle?I knew she would come back. She had no place to go. The drama she performed just because I asked her to give Jasmine one of her kidneys was just to threaten me. It was very foolish of her to think that I would fall for her act.When she left five days ago, I gave her an ultimatum of two days, saying that she would come back begging after two days. It has been five days, and I haven't received even a flash from her. Has she really moved on? Did she really leave?" I gave myself a stern pat on the forehead and hissed, "Don't be so stupid, Ryan. She will come back. I am very certain that she would come back. She's just trying to act stubborn. She has nowhere to go, and she has been surviving on your money. She will definitely come

LEXIFour Years Later.I stepped out of the car, holding a textbook in my hand. I was just coming back from a lecture, and I don't have a car. Don't misunderstand the situation. My father has opted to get me a car countless times, and I kept rejecting the offer anytime he asked. I mean, I just didn't want to start living a flashy lifestyle. Only a few people knew that I am an Alexandra, and I wished to keep it that way so that I could live a normal life without having to go everywhere with guards around me. "How much is the ride?" I questioned, lowering my head so that I could see the driver's face.A smile spread on the driver's face, and he shook his head. "I'm not a taxi driver," he revealed.My eyes widened and almost left their socket in disbelief when I heard his statement. Did I really board a stranger's car without suspecting? What if he was a kidnapper? I've got to be careful next time."Oh my God! I am so sorry. I thought you were a taxi driver. That was why I entered withou

ITALYLEXI"Thank you for the patronage. Please, do come around next time." The cashier said, handing over the things we picked at the mall to us. I collected it from her and returned a wide smile. With Isabelle's hand intertwined with mine, we trekked home since the mall we visited was just down the street. It was Isabelle who suddenly requested chocolates and creamy yogurt who made us step out of the house at that time of the night.Just as we were about to step into the house, I sighted a bouquet of flowers by the entrance, wrapped with a blue wrapper. A part of my brows creased as I looked outside, trying to see if the owner was around, but I couldn't find anyone."Mum, is that yours?" Isabelle asked, letting my hands go.With creased brows, I shook my head negatively. "No, darling. It's not mine. I don't know who owns it," I responded.Isabelle rushed to where the bouquet was kept, picked it up, and removed the letter from it. Before I could reprimand her for picking up what doe

LEXIStepping out of the airport, we luckily found an empty cab and hopped into it after tucking our luggage into the trunk. The drive began, and a deafening silence fell in the car. It felt peaceful and surreal. I loved every bit of the atmosphere. "Isabelle, I hope you didn't do anything when I left you at the reception." I asked, breaking the silence. I didn't know why I felt like Isabelle shouldn't be trusted. Maybe because she was too quiet and behaved when I returned from the bathroom. That wasn't who Isabelle was. She lifted her head, glanced at my face, and gave me a knowing look. "What do you mean, Mum? Do you think I have committed a crime?" She questioned. I swallowed hard, piercing into her gaze. As I had suspected, the glimmers in her eyes were filled with eagerness, which meant she was hiding something from me."What is it, Isabelle? Say the truth right now. You know very well that I didn't train you to be a liar." I held her hands, looking into her eyes as I muttered

LEXI"Father!" I shouted, running toward my family, who was already seated on the bed. His pale face had become fresh and alive, and his whitish lips had become plum and succulent. When he gaped in my direction and saw me, his perfectly molded lips curved into a sheepish smile."My daughter is here!" He muttered before his gaze darted over Isabelle, and his smile widened. "Oh my God! My princess is here!" He exclaimed, reverting his gaze from me as he focused on Isabelle. He totally forgot that he was about to greet me, and that almost made me jealous of Isabelle. But I was the one he knew before knowing Isabelle. I am his daughter."How are you doing, grandpa? You were sleeping when we got here yesterday," Isabelle asked in her tiny yet sharp voice.My father ruffled her hair and pulled her cheeks gently. "I'm okay now, my damsel. Seeing your beautiful face is enough to heal me," he affirmed, grinning.With pouty lips, I went to sit beside my mother while I watched Isabelle and my fa