After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 132 SPECIAL - : #1

The doorbell above Mega-Me jingled as Leonica and Anastasia walked out, small carton of cake in the latter’s hand.

“You sure this is perfect?” Anastasia questioned, visibly worried about the cake she had chosen for her mother. Her worry went as far as making her taking yet another peak into the cake box. Although the beautiful pink cherry cake was eye catching and definitely delicious, she wasn’t too sure it was her mother’s type.

Bethany, her mother, was a bit, no, overly picky when it came to cakes.

From beside her, Leonica sighed. “Anastasia, the cake’s fine. I know Bethany, she’s gonna love it.” She tried to reassure.

But Anastasia just wasn’t buying it. She was about to take yet another worried look into the cake box and probably contemplate going back into Megan’s shop to swap the cake, or just ditch the cake idea in whole, when a familiar voice sounded out from in front of her.

“Anastasia?”

She raised her gaze from the cake box, a scowl appearing on her face when she saw that it was indeed who she didn’t want it to be, calling her.

“What a coincident.” Lloyd expressed, walking towards both she and Leonica. Beside him, Christian trailed, giving the older female a simple wave, which Leonica returned.

“What a coincident indeed. An awful one for that matter.” Anastasia muttered and looked away, anywhere but Lloyd’s face, missing the way his lips had curled up, just by a few seconds, before he turned towards her best friend.

“Hey Leonica,” He greeted.

“Hey Lloyd,” Leonica returned the greeting, looking between him and her friend before questioning. “Everything good?”

It didn’t take Lloyd less than a second to get her question. He chuckled, nodding his head as he did so. “Yeah, everything alright. Perfect in fact.” He added the last part, staring directly at Anastasia.

From beside him, Christian rolled his eyes. If he knew this was the reason why Lloyd had dragged him away from his work as soon as he got a call from Megan, then he wouldn’t have left. He was just about to speak up, when he recalled something.

Ashley’s medical checkups had been switched over to his hospital. Because of that, he now handled everything medically related to Ashley and as of recent, he had seen something that caught his attention.

“Leonica?” The sound of his voice stopped whatever squabble Anastasia and Lloyd had began. The older female looked in his direction at the sound of her name. “Can I speak with you for a moment?” He beckoned her over, taking a few steps back as she followed along.

Their voices were somewhat hushed from the distance they stood and Anastasia wondered what they were talking about.

“You look so curious.” The sound of Lloyd’s voice had her looking away and in his direction. She flinched slight and later scowled, when realizing that he was standing close. Too close for her liking.

“Don’t you know the meaning of personal space, Riley?”

Her question had him laughing. “No, not really. And when are you going to drop that formal shit? We’re about the same age, aren’t we, Anastasia?”

Hearing her name off his tongue had sounded more smoother than she would have ever imagined. At the same time, it sounded foreign. Good foreign.

She clicked her tongue, burying the thoughts in the back of her mind as she readied a snarky response. But before she had the opportunity to speak, her phone vibrated, indicating that a message had entered. She supported the cake box on one hand and with the other, fished out her phone from her back pocket.

Lloyd silently watched her all the while and when he looked away, he found that he quickly missed the heavy scent of her floral perfume. Odd, he thought, seeing as he always preferred ladies who wore lesser scented perfumes. The heavy ones were always too choking for him, ruining his mood before he could even get to the fun part.

But for some reason, it was different with Anastasia. As a matter of fact, everything was different with Anastasia Johansson. It left even him speechless and sometimes annoyed him.

With a sigh, Lloyd focused his gaze back on the enigma in his entire romantic advance, about to pull a leg or two to see her reaction and feel better about himself; when he saw her expression and paused.

Fear and panic was the first thing he could make out on her visage and for some reason, it triggered a response that made him alert.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He quickly asked, not knowing that he had touched her shoulder until she harshly smacked his hand away. freёwebnoѵel.com

But even she looked like she didn’t know what she had done.

“Jesus Christ, Riley. You need to learn what personal space is.” Her words had come out more harshly and louder than she wanted it to and when she realized that he had only done that because he was checking up on her, she felt a feeling of guilt creep into her gut.

Fuck, he must think I’m an asshole, she thought, unconsciously biting on the inside of her cheek. Something she often did when she was tensed.

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” Lloyd began and he looked genuinely sorry. Another kick to her snarky personality. “You just looked...” He paused, looking for the right word. “Frightened.”

Anastasia’s grip tightened around her phone upon hearing his words and she looked away, swallowing thickly. “I’m fine.” Came her response, but it sounded more like self reassuring words, rather than an answer.

And whether she wanted it or not, Lloyd wasn’t buying that answer. “It doesn’t look like that to me.” He stepped forward, closer, and peered down at her, gauging her reaction, the way she avoided his gaze and was now visibly tensed compared to when she had first stepped out from the pastry shop. “Is something the matter, Anastasia? You can talk to me if-”

Anastasia’s head snapped up to meet his gaze and she interrupted him, meaning to sound as rude and impolite as she did. “I said I was fine, so why don’t you just mind your business, Riley.”

Lloyd was caught off guard by her words. His expression said it all and the more she looked at him, the more she got that tiny kick in her gut, calling her an asshole.

Thankfully before anymore interaction could go on between them, Leonica returned. “Sorry for keeping you waiting,” She paused and looked between the two, sensing the tensed air. “Is everything alright?”

Her question was answered by a smile from Anastasia. “Peachy. Can we leave now?” Before even waiting for Leonica’s answer, she began walking towards the car. Leonica took one last look at Lloyd before chasing after her friend.

“Y’know, you have one hell of a talent when it comes to pissing women off.” Christian said as he came to stand beside Lloyd, stuffing his hand into his pocket and just like his friend, watching as the two ladies drove off.

But even after they left, Lloyd didn’t look away. He couldn’t. Anastasia’s expression had been burnt into his head for some reason.

“No, this one wasn’t on me.” He muttered, eyes drawing into a slim line as he came to realize that Anastasia’s countenance had only changed after she checked the message on her phone.

Now, he couldn’t help but wonder what she saw in the message, even though he knew that was none of his business.

~*~

“One cappuccino decaf for Ms. Anastasia Johansson!”

Standing up at the sound of her name, Anastasia walked to the counter and picked up her offer. She paid for it, tipping the barrister generously as he had once again made her morning with his splendid coffee skill.

As she took a sip from the beverage, she could feel all her worries fade away. Her worry concern her mother’s party. Her worries concerning work and her worries concerning that stupid message she had gotten from Derek two days back.

[If you won’t answer me, then I’d have no choice than to come to you.]

She still remembered those words vividly and the fear that had shot through her body. Throughout the ride back, she had remained silent, biting on her nails as she reprimanded herself for having answered his message the first time he texted.

And then later in the night, she received another round of reprimanding from herself towards the way she had acted when Lloyd had simply tried checking on her.

But that really didn’t matter now, she told herself as she stopped in front of the glass door to fish out her car keys from her bag. As she got them and looked up, catching her reflection on the glass doors, she froze.

Derek. Derek was fucking behind her!

Panicked, she spun around, but the space behind her was empty. But even at that, the warning alarms in her head hadn’t stopped blaring and only did she realize she was about to have one of her usual panic attacks from all the bad memories with Derek, when she felt her hands shaking and the hot liquid spilling on her hand.

But thankfully, that was enough to pull her gaze away from the empty spot and have her briskly walking out of the café. She paused for a while, waiting for the traffic light above to turn red so that she could cross and get to her car.

Seconds felt like minutes and the more she waited, different people passing and crowding around her, the more she felt this weird feeling of being watched. And just when she felt like things couldn’t get any worse, she was suddenly bumped off the side walk and straight into the road.

An incoming car honked loudly at her, flashing its headlights, but her body seemed like it was frozen in place and the only thing she could do was close her eye and pray to the lord above that he allowed her feet grace the doors of heaven when the time comes.

But the pain she waited for never came and she instead felt someone pull harshly on her arm and she crashed into the chest of someone. As the whispers all around died down, she finally pried her eyes open to see that the person she was currently smudged against was Lloyd Fucking Riley.

“Reincarnation isn’t a thing here in our world, Anastasia. You get hit, you die, no such thing as getting reborn in another universe.” He said, the tone of his voice sounding concerned, yet having its usual teasing gleam.

It was slowly, having delayed effect from having had her life just flashed before her eyes, but the moment Anastasia opened her mouth to respond, instead of words a sob slipped out and soon after, the damn broke loose.

But as the tear streaked down her face, she didn’t care about the onlookers, only replaying a certain thought in her head.

Why the fuck did she has to be saved by Lloyd fucking Riley and why the hell was she sobbing like a five years old who had lost her toy?

Well, the answers were obvious; It was all because of Derek Smith.