Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 101

I made a beeline straight to the kitchen. The mouth–watering aroma of dishes wafting across the kitchen permeated my nostrils. Instantly, my stomach growled in hunger, reminding me I hadn’t eaten anything yet. Grey was temporarily forgotten; breakfast was

all I could think about for now.

A young female servant saw me and gave me a polite smile, which I responded to with equal warmth. “What would you like to have for breakfast, Miss Lily?” she asked as she washed

her hands in the sink.

“I’ll have a vegetable sandwich, yogurt, and a glass of milk,” I replied shyly. I wanted to help her prepare my breakfast, but Isabelle was with me, so I could do nothing but watch. I still wasn’t used to the idea of having a servant prepare breakfast for me, but Mom and Dad

made sure I was well taken care of.

“I feel like eating something sweet. I want to have some fruit if we have any.”

Grace made her way to the refrigerator and pulled it open, revealing a wide selection of fruits. “We have apples, avocado, apricot, mango, cherry…” And so her list went on and on.

I finally decided and told her what I wanted. “Just a slice of apple, grapes, and lychee,” I said.

“Right away, Miss Lily! Wait for a short while, and I will make your breakfast,” Grace— the

servant’s name–told me and skittered back to the kitchen counter to start.

While she prepared the food, I sat down on one of the chairs surrounding the large breakfast table and noticed how spacious and empty it looked with only me seated at it.

Mom and Dad had left the house to attend a party of a close family friend. They wouldn’t be back until evening. My grandmother also left to go to her favorite salon to have wonders done to her hair. She wouldn’t be back until afternoon. My brothers–six of them—were out of the house working in their offices. Not all of them were working, though; others were on trips out of the country.

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With my whole family out of the house, I was the only one left in the mansion. I wasn’t totally alone, though; I had the servants with me, and above all, I had Isabelle with me. I didn’t mind that the rest of my family wasn’t in the house at the moment. Also, Grey was in the garden doing what he calls “service” to my family.

The sound of the door opening captured my thoughts. I raised my head just in time to see Grey enter the kitchen. The sight of him made my heart somersault inside my rib cage. Breath hitched in my throat when he flashed me a shy smile.

Damn. My thoughts of him must have summoned him to come inside the kitchen.

“Can I have a glass of water?” he asked politely.

Grace stopped what she was doing to get him some, but he immediately told her not to bother since he would do it himself. Crossing the room, he grabbed a glass and took a pitcher from the refrigerator, pouring himself a glass.

As he took large gulps from his glass, I seized the chance to survey him freely. He looked

fresh and clean now. His wild, tousled hair was wet as though he had just washed his face.

His arms looked clean too. He didn’t look like a man who had been working in the garden just a few minutes ago. In fact, he looked like a tasty dish, not some sweaty gardener who had just stepped out into the sunlight.

He had changed from his wet t–shirt in a very short amount of time. What he was wearing now was a fresh gray t–shirt. Although the shirt was a bit loose on him, it didn’t hide his

large, muscular build, which was visible through the thin fabric of his summer shirt.

After finishing the glass, he took another one and drank until he was satisfied.

I tore my gaze away from him when Grace slowly placed my breakfast on the table: a mouth–watering vegetable sandwich with bacon and cheese, a small bowl of yogurt, and a glass of warm milk. Lastly, Grace placed the sliced fruit–apple, lychee, and grapes—just as I had requested.

The sight of food in front of me made my empty stomach growl once more. Sensing Grey was looking at me, my eyes abruptly shifted to him. “Have you eaten breakfast?” I asked

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him, wondering if he hadn’t felt hungry after hours of working in the garden.

“Thank you, but I’ve eaten breakfast before heading here,” he declined politely, then added, “I’m not hungry.”

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Shrugging my shoulders, I picked up the vegetable sandwich with one hand. It was a bit hot, I discovered, and I dropped it back on the plate to cool down for a few minutes before picking it up again and taking a large bite.

*So tasty and delicious!* I thought to myself as I leaned closer to the sandwich to take another bite. However, my bite was suspended when Isabelle wiggled in my arms, as though she was trying to tell me she wanted to have a bite too.

Seeing how I struggled, eating a sandwich and holding a wiggling baby in my arms, Grey crossed the distance between us and asked in a very soft voice if he could hold Isabelle.

“Thank you,” I said, looking at him with a thankful smile as he cradled Isabelle in his arms so I could eat my breakfast with ease.

While he played with Isabelle, I took the chance to enjoy the food. Grace made me such a wonderful breakfast, and it would be a shame if I didn’t appreciate and savor everything. I took my precious time eating, knowing I didn’t have to worry about my daughter. She was completely at case with her father, looking as if she’d forgotten me already.

When I finally finished my breakfast, I rose from my chair and carried the empty plates to the sink. I began to wash the dishes despite Grace’s protest.

After thanking Grace for the wonderful breakfast, Grey and I made our way to the living room. We hadn’t been seated on the plush Victorian sofa when my phone rang.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket to answer it. “Hello,” I cheerfully greeted whoever was on the other line, but surprisingly, there was no response. The call then went dead.