Chapter 452

Ex-Husbands Regret Chapter 452-Moving towards the small bar at the corner of his office, he gets a small pack of ice, wraps it in a towel before corning back to me. Gently, he takes my hand and places the ice on it.

“Does it hurt?” he asks so softly that I struggle to hear him.

“A bit..”

“I didn’t think you had it in you to punch someone”

I laugh because I also didn’t think I had it in me. “I had enough and just acted without thinking. I’m sorry if I caused you any trouble. I shouldn’t have punched her. That doesn’t really portray a good image of me as the boss’s wife.”

He leans in and stares intensely into my eyes.

“Never ever fucking apologize for defending or standing up for yourself, Harper.

You are my fucking wife, let them know you’re not someone to mess with.”

“I just don’t get it, did you sleep with her?” I blurt out the question.

“Fuck no!” he growls.

“Then why does she think she has a hold on you? All our interaction always included her warning me away from you. She behaved like you were hers or something.”

The scoff that comes from his mouth makes me turn. His brows are drawn in a sneer as if that’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever heard.

“I’ve never had anything with her,” he all but yells. “I didn’t even know the wornan existed until that incident weeks back. She’s not even my type.”

“And what is your type, Gabriel?” I know I shouldn’t have asked, but I just found myself asking.

Those hypnotizing grey eyes draw me in and drown me in them.

“You.”

That one word. One simple word that has my entire body coming alive in ways I haven’t felt in years.

“I’ve found that I have a new type and that type is you, Harper.”

Damn it. I need to get away from him. It’s been years. There shouldn’t be anything between us, yet that sizzling attraction towards him is there. It has been coming back to life since I moved into his penthouse.

I push him away from me and stand up “This is insane.”

“What’s insane? That I like you? That I want you?”

Shaking my head, I try to clear the fog. It’s like he had me under a spell or something. A spell I was struggling to pull myself from, “Yes! You are trying to seduce me and I don’t understand why,” I rasp feeling caged and edgy.

“Why is it so hard to just accept that I want you, Harper?”

Was he fucking kidding me right now?

“Because you didn’t want me before.” I breathe, my heart beating frantically.

“You have to understand that what you are saying doesn’t make sense to me, so it’s therefore suspicious.”

“I know why it would seem that way, given our past, and I can assure you that I mean every word. You have no reason to believe me” he pauses. “Until I prove it to you”

“To what end, Gabriel? Our marriage is a contract”

Did he somehow forget that? Has he forgotten that he’s the one who com approached me with the contract?

With the terms? Has he forgotten that this marriage is nothing but a business deal.

I’m finding that I now want different things. One of them being that Owant F out marriage to be more than just a contract. I want to give it a real chance.”

Color me shocked. Can he hear the things he’s saying right now? A real marriage . Was he high on CO something? Gabriel is the biggest playboy I know, so why would he want this to work all of a sudden?

“I just don’t know, Gabriel,” I whisper.

My head is a jumbled mess, and I am so fucking confused I don’t even know if this is real or not.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, so we stand face to face.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

I scoff at his words. As if. I had every right to worry. This isn’t how I imagined or planned for this marriage to go.

He continues, ignoring my scoff, “Like I said, I’m the one doing the chasing this time, Harper, and when I catch, know that I won’t be letting go.”