After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

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 anytsoon 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 sgirl 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 nof the young newscaster off his screen Bingo, now he has a nto 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" Ashley had ranted thirty percent of the ride habout how he hated being separated from his source of infinite Ice cream and Event 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 becsour each tshe recalled what had happened with Angelina's picture.

Of course it had to be her picture, not one of yours, the volce 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 swoman who had tried to murder their son and him included.

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

she 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, 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.

Yau Pricey Stutt Adrenaline, cyet 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! Vandalized "Priory Slut?" Standing in front of Leonica's gate with his hand on his hips, Leonardo read out loud the words that had been spray painted into the fron gate.

What the hell was that meant to mean? He allowed himself to think even though he was aware that the person, or people that could answer said question had fled several miles away, seeking shelter from their apparent crime.

He had been in the office, handling, well, officially matters, when he had first gotten the call from her, close to an hour back. Leonica had sounded calm and composed, so when she told him something had happened, he didn't chug it up to this much trouble.

Tucking his hand into his pocket, Leonardo sighed, deep frown marring his features as he turned around to watch his sister saunter through the entrance of her house and towards him, having freshly dropped Ashley with Grace who had coincidentally cback from her visit to the main estate, not that she could be a suspect.

"That's sreputation you've built for yourself." He nudged his head in the direction of the writing once she had gotten close enough.

Leonica sighed, running her fingers through her hair as she stood beside her brother and once again, did a double take with her eyes, of what had been sprayed into the dark iron gates of her house. Reputation? Well, it could be called that, for one, whoever had written this, took the initiative to know her network. She was pricey, but not a slut.

"Any idea who could have done it?" Leonica shook her head at his to question, leaving the elderly sibling to look around, scanning the area for the security cameras that he and his mother had set up a day before Leonica cinto the country. He spotted them Instantly, but his expression flattened even more when he saw that they had been bashed, seven hanging out of their sockets.

Leonica followed his gaze, not looking the least bit surprised when she saw aw what he was looking at. The broken cameras, she had already checked them, first thing when she cback "Brave or stupid?" She questioned, clicking her tongue in the process.

Leonardo turned his gaze to her, scanning her unfazed exterior. Wasn't it normal to panic in situations like this? At least be a little shaken up, right? Perhaps she hadn't properly processed the situation at hand?