After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She already has enough on her plate to deal with.

Melvin, real or fake, could wait. Her son comes first. Maybe after sorting Ashley out, she could decide to focus on her resurrected brother and his intrepid words.

Meanwhile, the very sperson she had been thinking about, after his conversation with Leonard, confidently strides out of the imposing glass-and-steel edifice of the company.

Almost immediately a sleek black Jeep glided to a silent halt at the curb, its windows tinted, its presence commanding attention. The driver who was dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, steps out with a practiced grace and opens the door for him, a gesture of deference that speaks volumes about his position.

With a nod, Melvin settled into the plush leather seat and his gaze wad quickly drawn to the person seated Across from him.

"I assyou carried out nothing short of a splendid performances, Melvin." Rodrigo said as she gently patted Melvin's shoulder." Job well done, now, it's tto move on to the next phase." Later that day, Owen dropped by, and after seeing to it that Ashley was tucked away in bed with two kisses conveying each of their affection, Leonica nested herself in the couch before trying her best to brief Owen about what had happened. Although he was behind her, she laying comfortably on his chest, she could feel his gaping jaw and honestly she couldn't blhim.

Who wouldn't be surprised to know that the person they mourned had actually been alive all this while. Perhaps her anger was indeed accountable for.

"So you mean to tell me," Owen began, trying his best to piece the information together. "Melvin Hyung is alive?" Leonica nodded. "And he wants the company?" Leonica nodded once again, but this taround, a sigh accompanied it. "I really don't know what to think about all this. I feel I should be angry, but just entertaining the thought of that makesfeel like the villain." She confessed. Suddenly, Owen maneuvered her around, turning her on his laps so that she could now face him.

He cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes with a look of assurance. "Having feelings doesn't make you the villain, it makes you more human. So be angry for as long as you want be cause Hyung is in the wrong on this one." Leonica smiled, allowing her heart to feel tizzy over the look Owen was giving her.

Utter devotion, his eyes screamed and the more she started into those, the harder she felt herself being pulled in.

"Thank you Owen," She sincerely said, cupping his cheek.

Owen smiled and gently leaned forward to peck her lips. "You're welcluce mia." Before Leonica could process what he had just called her, he leaned in once again, capturing her lips between his.

As Leonica's eyes fluttered close, she thought for the umpteenth time, how Owen's lips and the kiss, tasted every bit like the first the had kissed her after their theatre date.

As seconds passed, she felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating pull of his embrace, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and longing and soon, their kiss deepened with passion and desire as Owen's hands explored the contours of her body with a reverence that made her knees weak even though she wasn't standing. Leonica melted into his touch, her senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin against hers.

They both enjoyed every minute, so much so, that they refused to separate until it felt like they were going to pass out from breathlessness.

"Are you free this weekend?" Leonica asked in a breathless tone once their lips had parted for air.

".. No, I have to visit my father, but, if you want to go somewhere, I can cancel it, luce mia." Leonica shook her head, choosing to focus more on his father, as she was aware of their relationship, rather than how sexy he sounded speaking Italian with voice barely above whisper.

"No, no it's alright." She returned to her previous position, getting comfortable in his chest once more while he gently ran his fingers through her hair in a soothing motion. "So why are you going to see him?" "I made a promise to him stago." Leonica had glanced up at him at this point, curiosity swirling in her eyes.

While internally gushing at how cute she looked from his angle, Owen was about to blurt out the content of his visit to his father's estate, when he realized that Leonica's current troubles far surpassed the trivial one he was facing.

So inwardly, he decided to put off going into deep details for another day. "It's just a dinner, luce mia." He told her, but could clearly still see the child like curiosity in her eyes.

It was then a brilliant idea cto mind.

Leaning forward, he placed a kiss in between her brows. "But if you're so curios, you can join me." "For real?" She almost seemed shocked at his offer. A smile bloomed on her face when Owen responded with a nod. "Alright then, I go with you." Owen reciprocated her smile and placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. "You're the best luce mia." Leonica found herself giggle at his words. "I haven't really done much." "You have. You don't just know it." He muttered as they continued watching the movie they previously had been watching.

The next morning, after yet another headache inducing dream about Melvin, Leonica woke up and went about her daily routine. In the process of fixing her hair, she caught glimpse of her tablet through the reflection and recalled that she had instructed that Grace plug it in.

Momentarily, she had forgotten her reason for giving such a order, but the sound of message entering her phone was more than enough to remind her of the message she had heard popping into her phone just before she fell asleep.

sue Usiness She placed down the comb and moved to where it was being plugged. Seeing as her tablet was only used for business purposes, el Leonica quickly assumed that the message she had gotten that night must have been an important one. Turning the tablet on and moving to her Gmail, her assumption was proven right when she saw it was an email from Kennedy.

The empty subject Bar however, had her brows creasing in confusion. No om matter how tired or in a hurry, Kennedy, is, he has never for once sent an email with out a correct subject. He was always precisely accurate with work, almost as if his life depended on it. So a Subject Bar without any words was kinda... Offish. for Kennedy.

Just when she was about to open the Email, her phone violently rang. She не temporarily placed her tablet down and reached for her phone, catching glimpse of several messages that had been sent to her over the past few minutes. HE SUCHEN WEG to the Company 3/3.

When she glanced at the name, she was surprised to see it was her mother.

"Mom? Good morning. I saw your messages, haven't read them though. Is everything alright?" "... Everything is alright dear, but could you please, spare your father and I a moment of your tthis morning." "Oh, Okay. I'll be at the family mansion in less than an hour, is that alright?" "Yes, please do so, My daughter. We'll be waiting."