Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife novel Chapter 92

Mom’s appointment ended early, and after nearly three hours of babysitting my daughter, she finally came to La Paraiso Hotel to pick Isabelle up. Though I loved having my daughter with me, I couldn’t focus on my paperwork with her present. So after kissing Isabelle on the temples, she and Mom disappeared through the door.

Alone again, I continued the work I had set aside, hoping to finish it in time or else I’d have

to work overtime.

Fate, it seemed, failed to hear my prayer. Hours passed, but I didn’t finish my paperwork in time, and it was needed by tomorrow. Groaning, I glanced at my wristwatch and let out a resigned sigh.

One more hour, I told myself and began typing on my laptop.

When I finished typing, my gaze shifted to the additional documents I needed to review and

sign. After I was done with them, I could finally go home.

My secretary had already left the office since she had nothing more to do, and I was all

alone now.

I managed to finish everything in less than an hour. Stretching my legs, I temporarily closed my tired eyes, allowing myself to ease the strain before opening them again.

Rising from the chair, I printed the documents I had just typed, signed them, and tucked

them inside a folder, placing it on the side of the table where my secretary would pick it up comorrow. She knew exactly what to do with them afterward.

Making sure that everything inside the office was in its place, I picked up my bag and placed it on my shoulder before making my way to the door.

The sun was descending down from the horizon when I finally emerged from the upscale

entrance of La Paraiso Hotel. It wasn’t yet dark, but the streetlights illuminated the streets lready.

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With the car key now in my hand, I walked toward the area where I had parked my car.

The hotel parking area had been fully occupied since morning. Even the VVIP area, which stands for Very Very Important Guests, was full. That’s why I parked my car across the

street.

Looking left and right, I made sure no cars were in sight when I crossed the street.

Humming, I walked to my car with quick but careful steps. Suddenly, my wits scattered in the air at the ear–splitting sound of a car horn tearing through the tranquil silence.

My heart jumped several inches inside my chest when my gaze turned to the car speeding wildly in my direction.

Perhaps I was too shocked that my mind completely went blank.

I expected the car to slam into my body, but before it could hit me, powerful arms caught me by the waist and hauled us both to the side of the road, where we landed face down on

the hard cement.

The car expressed its frustration with another furious honk as it sped away.

My eyes landed on the man who just saved me. My words of gratitude disappeared in the air

when I saw Grey with a frown plastered across his dark face.

He rose from the ground.

I gathered my scattered wits and collected myself, then slowly eased myself from the

ground.

The side of my favorite pencil skirt was torn, exposing half of my thighs, but that wasn’t

my concern at the moment. I was more worried about the bruise on my arms caused by the

impact of my fall.

I was still composing myself when the blaring sound of a car approaching made my heart jump several inches again. The car moved in reverse, and this time I was sure the incident

wasn’t an accident but intentional.

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“Shit!” Grey loudly cursed under his breath. He hastily grabbed me by the waist and dove forward before the car could hit us.

Once more, I found myself sprawled on the cemented ground.

“Aaaah,” I groaned in pain at the stinging sensation in my ankles. I tried moving them, but the wave of excruciating pain made me whimper.

“Are you okay?” he asked, the frown on his forehead turning into a scowl.

“My feet hurt,” I whispered breathlessly, unable to hide my tears.

Grey murmured something under his breath. I didn’t understand what he said, but I was sure he had just let out a curse.

He quickly came to check my ankles, which I was sure I had twisted as we were thrown to the ground to save ourselves from being hit by the car. He carefully prodded the aching spot with his fingers, and another painful whimper emerged from my lips.

Without another word, he lifted me off the ground and carried me inside the hotel with

ease, where he ordered the staff to bring some ice.

“Do you recognize the car?” he asked.

I shook my head in response.