Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 464

'Just like I’m clearly falling for you'

Gabriel’s words keep playing like a loop in my head over and over again for the rest of the day. We had back-to-back meetings with different investors, yet I couldn’t focus on anything except those seven words.

As you have probably guessed, I am an overthinker. I overanalyze and overthink everything until it drives me to the edge of insanity. That’s what I’ve been doing the whole fucking day.

What did those words mean? Is it actually possible that he’s falling for me? What if it’s a trick? What if he’s playing me? Should I trust what he’s saying? And if it’s true, and he means those words, what am I going to do? What should I do?

I want so badly to ask him, but I don’t want to seem eager or desperate.

I was right after all, agreeing to be Gabriel’s wife once again, was messing me up.

“You okay?” he questions, his worried glance flittering through my face.

“Yes” I whisper, trying to push those thoughts away.

It did no good to keep thinking about them. I would just end up with a migraine, something I didn’t need.

“We can stay in if you prefer. We don’t have to go down.”

I muster a small smile and compose myself. “No, it’s okay.”

It was now evening and Gabriel was taking me out to dinner. Technically, we were going downstairs for dinner, but that didn’t matter.

Taking my hand, we leave our room and get into the elevator.

Unlike our first date, I didn’t go all out dressing up today. I was in a simple black dress, heels and subtle makeup. I’d spent the whole day overthinking so much that when evening came, I didn’t have the energy to spend hours getting ready.

At this point, I just want my mind to stop. To stop spinning. To stop thinking. To stop running. I just want it to simply stop and let me relax. I didn’t have the answers and that was okay. All I need is to take one day at a time without obsessing over everything Gabriel did or said.

When we get to the restaurant, the place is already buzzing with life. Soft music played above the chatter of the other diners. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, as we passed rows of tables.

“This looks nice,” I say, once we were seated in a private corner booth.

Gabriel raises a brow, but doesn’t say anything. Just stares at me in that intense way he does. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, trying to avoid his heated glance.

I’m saved when a waiter approaches our table.

He bows slightly before saying, “Sir, madam, some wine?”

“Yes please,” I answer, and he pours some into my glass.

The first taste hits my tongue, and it’s like tasting heaven. It tasted better than the cheap wines I was used to. Then again, what did I expect? A hotel like this one wouldn't go for cheap wine. They probably only serve wines costing thousands of dollars.

This is exactly what I need to relax. To unwind and think about nothing for the next couple of hours.

“Tell me about your former husband.”

Thinking back at that, I can’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Gabriel asks, just as he moves from his side of the table to mine. We are now seated side by side.

My eyebrows rise in question at his unexpected action. He doesn’t say anything, so I shrug and answer his question.

“I just realized that my marriage with Liam was also a marriage of convenience. We married because we wanted the convenience of companionship, friendship and sex without having to risk the heartbreak that comes with being in love.”

“I don’t like the mention of you, another man and sex in the same sentence.” Gabriel growls, his voice turning angry.

Sneering, I take another sip. “Please, you have probably slept with more than half the women back at home, but you don’t see me getting angry about it, do you?”

“Did you ever fall in love with him in the course of your marriage?” he all but demands, while ignoring my jab.

“No. Like I said, I loved Liam and I will always love him, but I wasn’t in love with him.” I answer. “Now, what’s with questions? Why are you so interested in whether I was in love with Liam?”

“Because, I need to know if someone else managed to claim your heart. I need to know whether I have a chance at claiming your love once again.”

His hand grab the back of my neck and he leans forward. Maybe it’s the wine, and maybe it isn’t. However, this time when he kisses me, I don’t fight, because I am tired of holding back.