Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 187

Leila quickly wipes her face with the back of her hands and rolls down her car window.

“Hi,” she says sharply, fruitlessly trying to put some cheer on her face, “I never got your name the other day.”

“Antonio,” he smile widens, “but you can call me whatever you like kitten.”

He winks at her.

“Can you not call me that? I don’t even know you,” Leila’s brows furrow as she squints at him, a small frown on her face.

“But I do know you little mate,” his smile remains plastered.

Leila suddenly feels the involuntary change in her emotions just like last time when she could no longer feel fear.

Her sorrow drowning, the anguish bleeding away, the pain in her heart dissipating and she knows it’s not her doing.

Why does that happen in his presence? Is he the one taking away these emotions or does it have something to do with this whole second chance mate theory?

“I’m not going to ask why you are crying but I’m going to get in your car, we’re going to go for a drink and we are going to cheer you up,” he smirks at her coyly, his voice gentle and smooth, “what do you say?”

“Yes,” Leila replies almost immediately, like the words are not her own.

It doesn’t make sense to her that she is agreeing to go for a drink with a stranger who saved her one time and claims to be her second chance mate when she should be looking for Tatum to get that approval as soon as possible so her grandmother can come and save Amara’s life but she really, really, wants to have a drink with Antonio and she doesn’t even know why.

“Thank you,” Antonio says to the waiter who brings them their drink before he turns to Leila. “I hate to see this sad look on your face, kitten, what ails you, maybe I can help.”

Leila studies him for a moment. He is just too perfect. Handsome, charming, sweet and today, his aura is silent and comforting but she can feel its power.

“My daughter’s sick, I don’t think you can help unless– You smell like a wolf today,” Leila squints, suddenly picking up his scent,” you didn’t have any scent the other day, what are you?”

“What am I?” Antonio scoffs with a charming smile. “Well, I am a lot of things, little mate, but what I really want to be is yours.”