Pregnant I left him To His First Love novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Leila stares wide eyed at him, her heart slamming against her ribcage with raw gusto. She is sure she is done with the marriage, that she wants nothing to do with him anymore, that her mind is made up but even now as the words are nibbling at her tongue, she doesn’t dare to utter it.

Why can’t she just tell him what’s on her mind? Why is it so hard?

She slowly moves her face away from Tatum’s hold, fiddling with her fingers and looks down at her feet.

“If you didn’t find the folder, then don’t worry about it.”

Her heart feels like it wants to tear out of her chest and she knows Tatum can hear it. She has never been more nervous and scared about something.

Tatum scoffs ever so softly, feeling a relief that rents his skin with goosebumps. If she cannot say it with her mouth, then he never saw any folder but how did Clayton get his hands on it when Leila says she left It on his desk?

He runs his hand down the back of her hair, soothing her and speaking in a feathery tone.

“I know whatever is in the missing folder must have been important, you were almost ordering me to go get it. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what it is? I’m worried now.”

Leila frowns, hating how helpless she feels in his presence, how his touch calms her and how she longs for it.

“It was a letter to say I’m no longer organising Carmi’s welcome back party, get someone else to do “” Leila replies, trying to keep her voice cold, wondering what happened to the folder.

Did he really not see it?

Tatum smirks. He gave her a chance, she failed to utter it, so he never got the file and he needs to pay Clayton another visit.

“Sure thing, sweet pea, you have so many responsibilities as Luna already. I’ll have someone else handle it.”

Leila can’t read the complicated smile on his face. Sneaky with a touch of nervousness, seeming genuine, yet she has no idea why her dumping work off at the last second would ever get such a look out of the workaholic of an Alpha.

All Leila could think of, cradled against his warm chest when he mumbles soft, sweet words in her ear, is a question that make her feet cold:

Where could the divorce papers be?