Semua Bab Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Grey woke up with a headache. It felt as though his head would split in two. He eased himself into a sitting position, but the pounding in his head made him fall back onto the bed. Groaning, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to subside before opening them again. The sight greeting him was white ceilings, pink walls, and furniture with a feminine touch that made it clear to him he hadn't slept in his own room.“Damn,” he cursed under his breath while squeezing his temples in confusion. He was unable to tell how he had wound up in this room.He was sure he was still inside the Bradford mansion because he remembered relaxing in his office and drinking wine, but he wasn't certain how he had dragged himself into this room.Natalia had been in his office too, he thought, and suddenly, as though a switch had flipped on, the events that followed smoothly returned to his memory. God forgive him for the term, but the bitch had tried to seduce him, and when her tactic didn’t work, she

Minutes passed by, and the Chevrolet finally pulled to a stop in front of a cozy coffee shop. The place was famous for its cold and hot beverages. I’d never been there before, though. It was my first time setting foot inside.We entered the upscale door in silence and found a spot to sit down. The table near the glass window was perfect. It was far from other tables, and no one nearby would overhear our conversation.Placing my suitcase on the floor, I lowered my backpack on top of it before I occupied my seat. Natalia took the chair opposite mine.A female server came to our table and asked for our order. Natalia ordered iced coffee, a low-calorie drink I expected her to choose, while I ordered hot chocolate. Natalia paid for the drinks. I insisted on paying for my own, but she refused. She stressed it was her responsibility to pay since she was the one who invited me to the coffee shop. To get things over quickly, I allowed her to pay for it. When her iced coffee and my hot choco

Feeling my weakened legs about to collapse, I slumped onto the wooden bench like a melted candle. As I sat down wearily, a mother carrying her one-year-old child passed in front of me. The mother was wearing a pale yellow sundress, and her hair was carelessly swept into a bun at her nape. The proof of tiring, sleepless nights was visibly written all over her gentle face. Despite that, she was beautiful and content with life alongside her child. Her inner happiness reflected in her face. Each time her gaze dropped to the child's face in her arms, her eyes twinkled with warmth and affection that every devoted mother could relate to.The little boy giggled as the mother affectionately rubbed her nose against his. I both reveled in and ached at the sight.The mother entered the door of an upscale establishment that sold baby clothes. She was out of my sight now, but I was still staring at the spot where I had last seen her.I imagined myself as her, holding Dylan in my arms and hearing h

I hadn’t expected Greyson to come to the house, especially after I had gone to great lengths to avoid him, such as hiding behind the couch like a child playing hide and seek to prevent a confrontation between us. But my efforts were wasted because it seemed the devil had followed my trail and come straight to my home to confront me.I swallowed deeply as I met his intent gaze. His eyes were the prettiest I’d ever seen. But sadly, his beautiful eyes and handsome face had been the reason for my tears. If only I could command myself to stop loving him, then I would have been out of my misery long ago. But telling myself to stop my feelings for him was like telling a fish to climb a tree.Distracted by his gaze, my thoughts scattered in the air. I forced myself to look away, but his eyes held mine captive. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, I found myself lost in them.“Can we talk?” he finally spoke. His voice was soft and almost gentle. It was the first time he had ever spoke

I took a seat beside Mom and held her frail fingers on my own. Seeing her like this broke my heart. “Please recover fast, Mom. We still have to celebrate your birthday next week,” I told her. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t shed a tear, though. Crying is a sign of weakness, and I didn't want Mom to know how weak I was feeling right now.Behind my back, I could feel Grey watching me. He remained quiet as he did so. After a moment that seemed to last an eternity, he finally spoke. “Have you eaten lunch?” he asked as he rose from the sofa.“No,” I replied.“Breakfast?”“No,” I mumbled weakly, and the realization made my stomach growl in response.“I assume you didn't eat dinner last night too?”I didn’t respond, and he took my silence as a yes. Grey groaned in exasperation. “I'll be back,” he said. With a quick, long stride, he reached the door. Then he was gone.Sleepily, I rested my head on the side of Mom's soft bed. Heaving a contented sigh, I closed my eyes. Before I knew it, I fell a