After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 111 Stay Away From Him You Pricey Slut!

“Mr. Bryce,” Will called out to Gabriel as he stood in place even after Leonica and Ashley had driven away.

The smile that had once played on his lips when she spoke to Leonica had completely vanished, leaving him with a look that screamed focus as he tried to filter his thought, dig deeper than the rosy scent of Leonica that seemed to fill his head and Ashley’s tiny loveable voice, all in a bid to pin point the face that had flashes through his mind the moment the pain had hit.

Even though he had seen the picture, the girl in it looked familiar yet distance and he got that one feeling that would always wash over him when he found himself in the highest length of the Eiffel tower, seating down and holding a video call with Lila where she made a show of the foods she had prepared while he was all the way in Paris.

That distant homesick feeling that settled in his gut, but would soon be consumed by anger the moment he realizes he can’t get his hand on his grandmother’s precious cooking, that was the exact feeling her felt when he looked at the picture of that girl.

And just when he had decided to ask Leonica all about who she was, the female made no effort to hide her animosity towards her.

“A bad memory.”

Gabriel recalled the amount of venom that had dripped of her tongue as she spoke, eyes narrowed dangerously at the picture.

That alone was enough to give him the gist of the situation. Whoever this girl was, she was bad news.

But even knowing that, Gabriel couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to the features of her face.

So familiar, he thought as he approached the table and plucked out the picture, only to stare at it, hoping that something would happen again.

Nothing, much to his dismay.

Will, who had been watching him, silently, finally spoke up. “Mr. Bryce is everything alright? Would you need me to do something for you?”

“No.” Gabriel’s answer was almost inaudible as he answered lowly, throwing his head back to heave out a heavy sigh.

This whole memory loss thing was telling on him and it frustrated him greatly that he couldn’t remember anything. Especially when it came to Leonica because she always seemed so on guard around him. Each step she took felt like she had prepared herself to walk on eggshells around him and each answer she gave him always had a vague meaning behind it.

Something about all that seemed to irritate Gabriel more than he knew it was meant to.

Was it because they had been married? Or because they have a child together? He often questioned himself in the one week since he had woken up and once again, he was repeating the same mantra, asking himself why he felt so upset and offended when Leonica had stepped away from him, putting distance between them.

Not only then, but also the time back in the spare room. The way she had wriggled out of his hold was almost as if she was trying to get lose of burning chains that had been tied securely around her.

Did she hate him that much?

Gabriel blinked confusingly at the thought, catching it just as it crossed the back of his mind.

Hate him? Why would she need to hate him?

“Will? How was I and Leonica’s marriage like?” He asked the one question that had come after his previous thought.

At the question, the butler stiffened. Leonica had told him a few things, hitting greatly on the fact that memories about Angelina was to be kept in the dark for the mean time until he showed some progress of recovery, but she hadn’t said anything to him concerning the situation of their marriage.

Although Will worried for his employers health, mental health, at some point, his old rusty brain failed to work for him and he sighed silently in defeat, opting to tell the truth rather than to cook up some sweet story that he’d later have to explain himself for.

“Yours and the Madam’s relationship was nice, for a brief moment, but as the years went by, it became strained.” He confessed, taking a second to gauge Gabriel’s expression which flashed from understanding towards Leonica’s action so far, to a new sense of curiosity.

“And who caused it?” He asked.

Will, although he, just like the other employees in the house, knew the answer to that question, he didn’t dare to say it out loud and once again, Gabriel was faced with the same situation.

Although he had already known the answer in the back of his head, silently getting another confirmation from Will, sealed the entire deal.

“Why?” the words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them.

Deep within, Will could hear a tone of guilt dripping from his masters words. He forced his lips into a thin line and gave a small and subtle nod. “That I can not answer. Perhaps you should have a conversation with the Madam.”

His answer disappointed Gabriel but he understood there were certain things a butler could say and certain things he couldn’t.

So it was up to him to plant hos butt down and have a conversation with Leonica, which he doubt would happen anytime soon as she could barely seat ten minutes with him without making a snide remark, grumbling underneath her breath, or dressing away from him as if his touch was lava, OR, he could try to recover his memories, even if it was just broken fragments.

As much as his body enjoyed being in Leonica’s presence, breathing in the oxygen mixed with the pleasant smell of her rosy perfume, the second option was looking like the most doable.

As if on cue, his fingers squeezed around the photo in his hand and he recalled he was holding something. His gaze drifted down and soon landed on the girl’s face and something snapped in place.

She was the very same girl that had flashed in his memory the day he had spoken with Leonica at the hospital.

The realization, although brief, provided an information that he had been overlooking so far.

If he could find out who this girl is, then maybe he could learn a thing or two from her and regain fragments of his memory and the easiest way to do so was...

“Mr. Bryce, are you done here?” Will asked as he watched Gabriel March in the direction of his study.

The male shot only look over his shoulder and instructed. “Put them away, carefully.” With those instructions left, he stepped into the comfort of his study, racing towards his computer.

Luckily, there wasn’t any password on it when he turned it on. Taking a picture of the photo he had been holding with the new phone Bill had gotten for him, his old one stored somewhere in his car for safe keeping until he recovered his memory and recalled the password places on it, he quickly transferred it to the computer and went to google search.

His mouse icon found the picture search option and after choosing the picture he had uploaded, he waited for it to load.

The wait was almost excruciating long, but the moment it loaded, enough information was displayed for Gabriel to consider it worth the while.

Angelina Fernandez; he read the name of the young newscaster off his screen.

Bingo, now he has a name to match with the face.

Gabriel was just about to continue on the rest of his investigation when an article below her biography caught his attention. Reading it had his brow knitting in confusion.

In Bold letters, it read ‘FAMOUS NEWSCASTER ANGELINA FERNANDEZ, IMPRISONED UNDER ALLEGATIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND ATTEMPTED MURDER.’

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Ashley had ranted thirty percent of the ride home about how he hated being separated from his source of infinite Ice cream and Even demanded that his mother stocked their house just like his father’s or else he was sure to throw a tantrum, but, bad mother or not, Leonica had barely paid any attention to the words he said.

Her mind was somewhere in between trying not to crash their vehicle while replaying what had happened back at the Bryce mansion.

Her face became sour each time she recalled what had happened with Angelina’s picture.

Of course it had to be her picture, not one of yours, the voice in the back of her head whined and she caught herself before she could join in, questioning why it even mattered to her that Gabriel’s recovery could be attributed to the very same woman who had tried to murder their son and him included.

Jealousy, came the tiny voice again and Leonica had to tighten her fingers around the steering wheel to stop herself from lashing out and scaring Ashley.

Like hell she would be jealous! Jealousy was only for those who bore feelings and right now, she didn’t. No, not even ten percent, she thought in a convincing manner, nearly biting her tongue when she recalled how fast her heart had pounded against her rib cages when Gabriel had caught her from tripping over her own foot.

Adrenaline, came yet another convincing lie to cover up any disturbing truth that she may think off.

As she pulled up near the premises of her cozy residence, she slammed down on her break in an abrupt manner thanking God that Ashley was at the back and secured within the confines of his trusty seatbelt. But as much as that mattered, it didn’t matter as much as the reason why she had slammed down on her breaks.

Swallowing thickly, she focused on her compound gate, no, to be more accurate, the words written in big, bold, red letters on her gate.

STAY AWAY FROM HIM, PRICEY SLUT!