Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

He regains himself and takes slow calculated steps towards her, taking glances at the items on the mat.

“What’s the occasion and where’s my little dove? She didn’t come out to welcome me.”

“Well….I thought maybe you’d like to spend some alone time with your original little dove,” Leila says in a slow coquettish tone, feeling her heart slam against her rib cage.

She doesn’t know what she is doing or if she is doing it right but it seems to be working as Kelvin cannot take his eyes off her and she can hear the heavy thudding of his heart.

“We could have just eaten out though, you didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Kelvin says, glancing at the array of dishes in front of them as he sits beside her.

“I know,” Leila replies, “I just wanted the evening to feel more…intimate.”

She stretches her trembling hands and takes Kelvin’s hands in hers, rubbing it against hers softly, feeling like her heart wants to tear out of her chest.

Kelvin stays mute, just staring at her like he is hypnotised.

She doesn’t know if she is doing this the right way, if she is even doing the right thing but Kelvin hasn’t mentioned his feelings for her in more than four years, if this is going to happen between them, she has to be the one to make the first move.

She slowly takes her other hand and cups his face gently, two similar blue eyes staring straight into each other, hers holding uncertainty yet determined, his, genuinely confused with something else hidden behind them.

“What I mean is,” she says in a soft whisper, bringing her lips close to his to kiss him, her heart beating erratically but Kelvin smoothly moves his face away from her hand and stretches towards one of the dishes, opening it.

“Is this egg fried rice? Smells great,” he says, pulling away from her, opening another dish. Roast turkey…hmmm,” he rubs his palm together enthusiastically, pulling out a plate.

A pained look crosses Leila’s eyes as she stares at him, her heart lurching from his indirect rejection, a trifling pain she didn’t expect to feel tugging away at her heart.

She holds his hand against the plate and takes it from him.

“The food can wait, Kev. I want to talk about us,” she says softly, looking passionately into his eyes.

Kelvin breaks his gaze away from her, staring into the burning flames ahead of him with a sullen gaze. “Sure, shoot.”