Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 96

Chapter 96 – A Beautiful Mistake (Sky‘s POV) 

It was the thud and a brief cry that woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Angela on the floor. My brain was not functioning fully yet, but when I saw her crawling and reaching for something, all my senses woke up. “Angela, are you hurt? Are you okay?” I panicked, climbing down from the bed to get and carry her back on the bed. 

“This stupid foot woke me up,” she said, hissing. I checked on it, and I could understand her pain because it was swelling. “Wait here,” I went to the bathroom and took my purse and bottled water. “Take this,” I gave her a pain reliever, and I was just glad Angela took it in her mouth without throwing a fit.” You should have woken me up.” 

Instead of answering, she put the bottled water on the side table and snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my chest and her arm on my waist. “Why were you crawling?” I asked curiously, tilting my head to look at her face. 

“You threw my top far from my bikini,” she craned her neck and chuckled. “Sorry, I woke you 

up.” 

I lifted her chin and reached for her lips, kissing her quickly. 

woke up without seeing you or me on the bed.” Her smile disappeared, and her

hard as I made a hard decision. “I won‘t, but you have to accept my gift. You‘ll live at the penthouse

you see them, and when the time is right, we will talk to them together about you marrying Lalaine and –.”

me with a deep sigh. “We have one problem, Angela. We‘re still married,” I told her. She raised her eyebrows and moved away slightly away from me. “I thought.” “Let‘s not outsmart the law this time,

bring me to my kids,” She

stopping her from getting up.

said he‘d move a mountain for me,

moon promise sounded nice.” I smirked, wondering how she could

like his own,” she smiled and attempted to climb

 

to the adjoining closet room and took two night robes. “No need to carry me. Just help me,” she said as she pulled on the robe. She held onto my shoulder, and slowly we walked toward the door. I opened the door, but the hushing and low sound of snarling from the hallway stopped us. As if we were kids, Angela and I peeked

herself with a white blanket, while Dylan, still in his trunks, seemed about to leave or were pushed outside the room. “Anya,” he hissed, his hands gripping his hair as he tried to advance, but she

was still sober last night. I shouldn‘t

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