After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 99 Who Are You To Me?

The one time Leonica found the most gripping each time she settled down to read her favorite books, were the pin drop moment.

Suspense, silence and uncertainty. Those three went pleasant well during that particular moment and made the story all the more interesting and gripping to her as a devoted reader. But heck, she had never for once sat down and thought about how she’d handle such a situation if it was her faced with it, rather than the Mary Sue female leads in the books she read.

Thus, a minute after Gabriel had asked the question he did, Leonica still remained silent, unsure of how to answer the question.

Who was she to him? Even she wondered, but right now obviously wasn’t the time for her to seat back and indulge herself with the pleasure of trying to figure that question out. Right now, she needed to answer the question which had been asked.

But even with that mindset put at the forefront of her mind, Leonica still couldn’t bring herself to answer, after all, if she wasn’t sure of who she was to him, what should she say?

His ex wife?

Mother of his child?

Or the woman who

Or the woman who had a hand in his current situation?

All of them above, she thought, but just as she was about to answer with the best option that came to her mind, she spotted the suspicion in Gabriel’s eyes. Clear as day within his grey hues.

She hesitated and questioned herself why. Wasn’t she the same person who was ready to cut off her connection with Gabriel the moment he woke up?

His presence alone had caused her more than enough trouble. From Angelina, to the press and many more difficult problems that she could see coming if she kept in contact with him. So why was she hesitating to do the very thing that could aid her in her task.

Or better yet, why didn’t she just stand up and walk out of the hospital room, leaving Gabriel as is. He didn’t remember her, nor their son, and the chances of him getting his memory back was, well slim, and so were the chances of him interfering in her life any further or even chasing after her and Ashley.

After all, you can’t be concerned with what you have no knowledge over, right?

If so, this was the perfect opportunity for her to walk away from it all. Yet she hesitated.

Was it because Gabriel played a big part in Ashley’s survival? Or was that what she just told herself, having yet another reason to hang around Gabriel?

“Is it hard for you to say?” Gabriel questioned her silence.

Immediately, Leonica shook her head, seemingly gaining an idea. “No, not at all.”

“Then go ahead, tell me. Who are you, Leonica Romero?”

Hearing her full name from Gabriel’s mouth had sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body, but when she looked up, seeing the Gabriel now and not the Gabriel she knew, it quickly disappeared.

‘Keep it together, Leonica.’ She gave herself a quick pep talk, adjusted in her seat, licked her lips and even wiped her hand against her jeans while building up the courage to speak. ‘Once you say it, there’s no going back.’

“Leonica,” Gabriel’s low and smoky tone sent another jolt of sudden electricity through Leonica. Damn, the way he called her name definitely was different from the way he previously did. “If you’re not going to talk, then that’s the door,” He nudged his head in the direction of said door and Leonica unconsciously looked in its direction. “because I have no intention of entertaining a stranger.”

“I’m not a stranger,” Shutting her eyes tight, she braced herself as she blurted out the words that meant there was no going back. “I’m your Ex wife!”

The dying sound of her voice was the last thing that sounded in Gabriel’s private ward for the next few seconds. Slowly, she peeled her eyes open only to see him staring at her, scrutiny clear in his gaze.

“What? You don’t believe me?” She questioned.

Gabriel folded his arms, crossed his leg and leaned back into his chair, taking on a relaxes stance as if he hasn’t just been upset over the news of his grandmother’s death minutes ago. “Not exactly,” he said. “But I can’t blindly trust you now can I?”

“B-blindly trust me?” Leonica stuttered, the feeling of her cheeks heating up became undeniable at this point. “Who said anything about that?”

Her question was answered by a raised brow from Gabriel.

Even thought he was quiet, his expression said it all.

She scoffed. “You think I’m trying to con you?”

“I never said that.” Gabriel corrected. “All I said was ‘I can’t blindly trust you’, Since when was there something wrong with being on my guard.”

Leonica looked like she was about to report back, but held her mouth.

On guard? Against who? The mother of your child?

She so wanted to say that, but considering the fact that Gabriel didn’t even remember who she was, coupled with Doctor Bailey’s advice, she bit those words back.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with that.” She said, sounding more composed than a few seconds ago.

Gabriel nodded in agreement, for some reason, he found watching her lose her composure rather entertaining. Either it had something to do with the fact that he always enjoyed the companies od blonde, attractive ones such as herself, or it had something to do with... that.

“So?” He tilted his head to the side with a questioning gaze, strands of his fair falling out of place with the action.

The displaced strands caught Leonica’s attention and caused her to stare. Not only did Gabriel, dressed in a hospital gown with his hair returning to its natural middle parting that allowed the ends of his hair brush against his cheek bones due to the absence of perming gel, look completely unlike him, but also surprisingly handsome, as much as Leonica wouldn’t love to admit.

“Why don’t you take a pic, it lasts longer.” The irony in Gabriel’s voice had Leonica snapping out of her unintentional stare.

She glared at him. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Yeah? Then what were you doing if not undressing me with your eyes?” He boldly questioned, leaving Leonica speechless.

The Gabriel she knew would never dare say such a thing!

Then again, as she started at him, taking note of the fact that his countenance was indeed different from the Gabriel, business stuck up, cold bastard and workaholic asshole, she knew. This Gabriel, although, the same person was more straightforward and surprisingly polite despite his bold antics.

Leonica couldn’t help but wonder if this was how Gabriel actually was like before he met Angelina. Before he was tasked with taking on the burden of such a big company. Before all the hate and betrayal he experienced during his climb up. Before He had to watch his grandmother slowly die.

Before he became the Gabriel Bryce he was today.

“I wasn’t undressing you with my eyes,” She began with a sigh that suggested she was done with whatever entertaining play Gabriel was about to begin. “I was thinking about how much... different you look from your usual self.” She said, but later cursed herself for opening her mouth and speaking comfortably around Gabriel.

’Don’t forget, he may have lost his memory and now seem like a totally different person, but he’s still the same man that had hurt you.’ The thought had her tensing up, putting her guard, which she had unintentionally let down, back up.

Gabriel didn’t fail to notice the sudden change in her countenance. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“Nothing.” Leonica said and stood up after glancing at her watch. “I have business to get back to. I’ll stop by your company and inform Bill that you have woken up.” She said with a tinge of indifference in her voice.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Gabriel, along with the way she seemed to hurry to get her things. For some reason, his senses were highlighted to her every movement and thanks to that, he noticed how quickly she had changes her countenance with him.

Now one thing about Gabriel Bryce was that, whether ten years younger or ten years older, he forever remained an Observing person and because of that, he didn’t need anyone to tell him that her countenance had changed because she recalled something.

Something he couldn’t, the passing thought brought a weird feeling of annoyance but it quickly disappeared.

But despite the feeling being gone, he couldn’t help but ask. “I’m I that much different?” When Leonica didn’t respond and instead focused on locating her phone, he questioned again, this time around, one that she couldn’t avoid. “Are we really married?”

She stopped just when she had located her phone and looked back at him.

There was no point in lying. “We once were, but now, we’re divorced.”

She said and with the brief moment Gabriel looked speechless, she walked out of the room.

The hospital hallway had fewer people thanks to the fact that this section was VIP only and for that, Leonica was thankful that there was no one to witness her legs turning into a weird jelly state as she leaned against the wall, supporting her body and giving her leg much needed relief.

Fuck, that was the first thought that came to her mind. Fuck fate and it’s cruel tricks.

Did the universe honestly think by giving Gabriel a side dish of amnesia along with the main course meal of a sleep coma, would make her forgive him?

She chuckled lowly. Even she didn’t know the answer to that question. She says she could never forgive him, yet she worried day and night about him in the past three weeks and the moment she heard he had woken up, she felt an inexplicable amount of relief and back then, she took his sacrifices into consideration and blurted out the fact that she was his wife, scratch that, ex wife.

Had she really not forgiven him, or had she and was ‘not forgiving him’ something she held onto in other to protect herself from getting hurt any more than she already has?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. She glanced down at the device in her hand and narrowed her eyes at the unknown number.

Despite this, she still answered the phone and pressed it close to her ear. “Yes, Hello?”

“Hello, am I speaking with Ms. Romero?” A few voice questioned.

“Yes you are. How may I help you?”

“My name’s Anita, I’m a warden from Oslo Fengsel.” Leonica became alert at the mention of Angelina’s prison. Many thoughts roamed her mind in seconds, wondering why a warden had called her like. How she had gotten her number.

Had Angelina done a jailbreak? Was she in danger? Was Ashley in danger?

All of the questions that roamed her mind were answered in the next second. “Ms. Angelina Fernandez has requested a personal visit from you. Would you possibly be able to make it today?”