Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 100

Grey came to my parents asking for their permission to court me while on his knees? Unbelievable! I thought to myself. Wonder, alarm, excitement, and wariness came crashing down on me all at the same time. I looked at Mom and found her giving me another of her

mysterious smiles.

We finally finished arranging the roses in the vase. Mom rose from her seat and placed the antique vase in the center of the glass table before sitting beside me on the plush sofa. Taking my hand, she spoke, “I only want you to be happy, Lily. And I can see how happy you are when you’re with him, even though you try so hard to conceal how you really feel. I know deep down you still love him, but you’re afraid to get hurt again. But even though we said yes and allowed him to court you, at the end of the day, you’re the one who decides if

you will accept him or not in your life. I’m simply telling you to give the man a chance, then make his courtship a living hell.”

I looked at Mom with a puzzled expression. Did she just tell me to torture Grey without directly saying it?

The soft cries coming from the crib reached my ears, and I abruptly rose from the sofa and hurried to pick up Isabelle. Instantly, she stopped crying when I held her in my arms.

“You and Grey have a child–he doesn’t know the truth, though. But one day, when you’re finally ready to take him back, confess to him that you have a child. Isabelle deserves to be

recognized by her father.” After saying that, Mom rose from the sofa and kissed me on the cheek. She did the same to Isabelle before leaving my room.

It was my day off today, so I spent the day with Isabelle to make up for the times I wasn’t beside her. I bathed her, then changed her clothes. Afterwards, I left her with the maid

while she sucked on her feeding bottle. I then took the chance to have a quick bath. When I finished, I took her to the expansive garden of the mansion for a walk.

The flawless blue sky greeted me when I stepped outside. The gentle warmth of the sun caressing my skin felt so good as I walked across the lawn with wiggling Isabelle in my

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When I finally reached the garden, I discovered I wasn’t alone. The gardeners were busy trimming the grass and watering the plants and flowers in the garden.

My eyes drifted across the rose bushes, where a tall, muscular man stood with his back to

1. me. He was wearing a plain white t–shirt that was wet with sweat, hugging the muscles of

his back.

He was noticeably tall and seemed out of place in the garden.

Did my parents hire another landscaper? The question lingered in my thoughts as I walked

toward him. As if he sensed someone was looking at him, his head turned in my direction,

and our gazes met.

Breath hitched in my throat as his mouth slowly curved into a dazzling smile that turned

my knees into jelly.

What was Grey doing here?

As though Isabelle sensed her father was nearby, she began to wiggle and make loud baby

noises.

“Good morning!” Grey greeted me. His smile turned into a grin, exposing a perfect set of teeth that could make any toothpaste commercial model feel ashamed.

Still in shock at seeing him at the mansion, I ignored his greeting and asked, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Working,” he replied nonchalantly with a shrug. He turned to Isabelle, his eyes lighting up like fireworks as he surveyed her angelic features. “Look who we have here.”

Isabelle wiggled and flailed her chubby arms toward Grey as though she wanted him to take her..

I mentally shook my head while watching Isabelle’s excited baby noises, while Grey made a face that made her smile. She surely was a daddy’s girl. It was a bit unfair, though, because

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I was her mom, yet she seemed to favor Grey more.

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“My hands are dirty. I can’t hold you,” Grey told Isabelle. As if she understood what he

meant, her smile faded, and soon she began to pout.

Grey pulled away, and when he did, Isabelle began to cry.

“You made her cry,” I told him, pouting in irritation.

I cradled Isabelle closer in my arms, then crooned in her ears until she stopped crying. I

wasn’t irritated that Grey made Isabelle cry; I was more irritated by the fact that she

seemed to ignore me every time he was around. The two of them had a world of their own.

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When I raised my gaze to Grey, I caught him looking at me with his hazel–green eyes wide

with fascination.

“I wanted to hold her too, but I’m dirty and sweaty right now. Maybe I’ll do it some other time,” he said regretfully. “I’ll return to work now before my future in–laws fire me.”

Grey picked up the scissors he had been holding, then returned to the rose bushes and

resumed trimming the edges.

I remained in my place, mouth slightly parted open. Did I hear it right? Did he just say

future in–laws?

Recovering my scattered wits, I marched toward him with a frown carved deep on my forehead. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my words louder than intended.

“I told you, I’m working,” he replied without even looking at me.

“This isn’t your office, Grey.”