Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0493

Harper.

"I want you and Lilly to accompany me somewhere," Gabriel announces.

I was in our bedroom, folding clean clothes. Sure, we do have a housekeeper, but I am not used to sitting and twiddling my thumbs. It feels weird that I was used to doing everything by myself, and now there is someone else doing those things for me. I like keeping busy. I can't spend the whole weekend doing nothing.

"Your parent's are coming for dinner, Gabriel, or have you forgotten that?" I ask.

I carry some of the folded clothes and walk into the walk-in closet, where I put them in the respective drawers. Gabriel, just like me, is really organized. Liam wasn't, and that used to irritate me to the point of driving me mad.

We were married, so we had to find a way to live together with each other's flaws. It wasn't always easy, but we found a way to compromise.

I come out of the closet to find him seated on the bed. He's folding some of the clothes that were lying on the bed. "No, I haven't forgotten," he answers, placing the folded cloth on top of the other bunch. "But they'll be here in the evening. We have a couple of hours before then. More than enough."

I stop what I'm doing and just stare at him. There was something in his eyes. There is a certain kind of gleam that I can't explain.

"What's this about?" I ask suspiciously.

is something I want you

"I don't

getting. Either you like it or you don't, and when you don't like it, you have to pretend that you

also doesn't help that, for the longest time, my dad would surprise me with things I completely hated. He thought he knew me, but he really didn't, given that he didn't spend much time with me and Andrew. Anyway, because he thought he knew me, he bought me things he

this one,

and doubtfully. I want to continue pushing, but that gleam in his eyes stops me. He really does want

concede, marriage needs

to the closet. Once I'm done putting them away, I

I say, pulling his

eyes slowly scan my body before they come back to my

at him. "What's wrong with

pants," he says hesitantly, his words measured. I

but I can immediately

and can't wear, Gabriel?" My hands are fisted on my waist,