Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0495

I stare at him, dumbfounded. I try to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth as my eyes keep shifting from Gabriel to the house.

*This house is beautiful," Lilly screams, her excitement evident as she bounces from foot to foot, almost as if she is dying to leave us and go explore it. "Is this where we will be staying? Is this our new house?"

Gabriel's eyes leave mine and move to our daughter, who is grinning from ear to ear. "If your mother loves it, then yes, this will be our new home."

My eyes move back to the house, staring at it with a bit of awe.

The mansion stands majestically against a backdrop of rolling hills, its grandeur evident from every angle. It is harmonious blend of classic and modern elements, featuring a pristine white marble exterior that glistens in the sunlight. Intricate stonework adorns the corners and arches, adding a touch of timeless elegance.

The entrance is dominated by a pair of towering wooden doors, carved with ornate patterns and flanked by fluted columns. Above the doors, a gracefully arched window with decorative wrought-iron grille allows natural light to spill into the grand foyer.

Lush, manicured gardens surround the property, with vibrant flowerbeds creating a colorful mosaic against the green lawn. A cobblestone path leads up to the front entrance, bordered by neatly trimmed hedges and framed by clusters of blooming roses

stately trees and carefully arranged topiaries lend a sense of privacy and seclusion, creating an enchanting atmosphere that invites both relaxation and admiration. It gives an impression of refined opulence,

to form the words. Content belong to

because it was just Andrew and me growing

find out that this is the house

look inside before you make decision," he all but begs. "If you still

he is nervous. Nervous that I'd reject this grand gesture. That I wouldn't be on board with him on getting the house. The fact that I am quiet probably makes it seem like I'm not happy with the house. What he doesn't know is that my lack of speech is because this is exactly what I've always dreamed of since I was a

us, following the cobblestone path. She reminded me of

off him in waves. He's like a little child, excited to show his parents his new toy. It made me smile because this is a big contrast to his dominant, serious and cold

I tell him in amusement. "I'm going to trip if you keep rushing

turns, not breaking his steps. "I could just carry you," he says, giving me