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.

want you to

don't really like

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

spend much time with me

love this one,

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

marriage needs compromise, right?

pick up the last pile of clothes and walk to the closet. Once

let's go," I say, pulling his attention from his

eyes slowly scan my body before they come back

at myself before looking back at him. "What's wrong with what I am

he says hesitantly, his words measured. I

hesitant, but I can immediately

to tell me what I can and can't wear, Gabriel?" My hands are fisted on my waist, and my eyes are glaring