Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Chapter 67

Instantly, I froze in my tracks like a statue. Despite not hearing the voice for a long time, I still recognized him.

Please, I hope it's not him, I thought to myself as I swallowed deeply and hard.

Even though my brain warned me not to look back, my body refused to listen. A part of me wanted to confirm if it was really him and not just my imagination. Slowly, my stiff body turned to him, and I wished I had just walked away without looking back.

Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning as I found myself staring back at Grey Gabriel Bradford, my ex-husband

For a moment, I stood frozen in my place while looking at him. Shock and disbelief enveloped my face. Thankfully, the sunglasses completely hid my startled expression.

What was he doing here? The question reverberated in my head, making me wonder if fate was playing a cruel joke on me.

“Are you okay?” he asked, jolting me out of my deep thoughts.

Ignoring his question, I immediately grabbed the handkerchief from his hand. “Thank you,” I mumbled and hastily turned toward the direction of the restroom.

I could feel his gaze lingering on my back as I walked away. Fear suddenly swelled inside me at the thought that he recognized me, but when I entered the restroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror, my brain told me there was no way he could have recognized me.

I looked different now.

The old Lily De Silva couldn't even afford to buy herself branded clothes and designer shoes. Looking at myself now, there was no part of me that would remind him of my old self, except for one thing—my eyes. But I was wearing sunglasses, and it was highly unlikely he had seen the unique color of my eyes.

I took a deep breath and released it in a deep sigh. I repeated the process until the tension inside me disappeared. Feeling calm and composed, I emerged from the restroom.

“Good afternoon, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for Flight First Class A to Europe…. We are now inviting passengers to….”

That's my flight! I thought to myself and quickened my steps.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips when I was safely inside the plane. Confident that Grey and I would never cross paths again, I selected a seat by the window and relaxed.

I'm one step away from being with my family again! I thought to myself, thrilled to see the life waiting for me there.

I smiled to myself.

“Can I take this seat?” A familiar voice asked, and the smile on my lips disappeared in an instant.

Turning my fists into tight balls on my lap, I cursed fate for playing a joke on me. The flight I had hoped to enjoy was ruined in the blink of an eye.

“If you don't want me to sit here, I could just sit in the back,” he added with a shrug as he noticed my hesitation. I waited for him to walk away and find another seat, but he just stood there, waiting for me to reply.

I secretly gritted my teeth in exasperation upon noticing the other passengers looking at me. There was no way I could tell him to find another seat in the back with a dozen people watching me.

Swallowing my protests, I summoned all the courage I could muster and replied, “Sure, you can take that seat.” I kept my voice flat and low to conceal how my real voice sounded.

Before looking my way, I caught him throwing me an intent look before he took his seat beside me.

He hadn't even settled into his chair when he turned to me and asked boldly, “Have we met before?” His thick eyebrows almost merged into a straight line as he scrutinized my face.

Forced to look in his direction, I met his piercing gaze. “We did,” I told him in the calmest voice I could muster. “In the airport lounge. I dropped my handkerchief, and you handed it back to me,” I added.

“That's not what I'm talking about,” he said quietly. His eyes continued to survey my face as though he was searching for something. “I think we've met somewhere else,” he insisted, sounding so sure of himself.

“No. We. Don't,” I stressed each word to give it more emphasis. “I assure you, we didn't. Today is the first time we've met.” I continued and looked away, hoping he would drop the topic because it made me uncomfortable.

“I strongly feel we've met before,” he insisted.

“You're mistaken then because I'm sure I never met you before,” I lied. Inwardly, I applauded myself for not stuttering, even though my fingers were mildly shaking.

Grey didn't let his gaze leave my face as if he was still thinking hard. “I don't know if that's the case, but you remind me of someone,” he spoke quietly as though the words were only meant for him, but I heard them anyway.

A soft sigh escaped his lips, and finally, he let the topic drop and looked away.

The tension within me thickened as the trip progressed. It would take the plane six to seven hours to reach Europe, which meant I still had to agonizingly tolerate his presence beside me for that amount of time.

If fate was trying to make me miserable, they finally succeeded, I grumpily thought to myself.

The six-hour trip seemed to go on forever. I avoided looking in his direction, but I casually caught him secretly looking at me when he thought I wasn't watching him.

I grew distraught at the possibility that he might recognize me with our seats so close to each other, so I buried my face in a magazine and pretended to read it.

A few minutes later, a flight attendant came by, inquiring about what snack each passenger wanted from their lists.

I was craving something warm and sweet, and when it was finally my turn to select my snacks, I specifically ordered mocha cake and a cup of coffee.

Though I wasn't trying to listen, I heard Grey order nothing but water.

I didn't wait long before the flight attendant returned. When she reached my seat, I eagerly took my requested food from her hand and started to eat.

“You like the same food she does,” Grey remarked, and I nearly choked on my food.

There was no mistaking it this time; he was referring to me.