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. 

Sky. I don‘t want our kids scaring the whole villa with their cries when they woke up without seeing you or me on the bed.” Her smile disappeared, and

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

penthouse, Sky,” she shook her head. “But I will let you see them, and when the time is right, we will talk

hating myself for feeling the pain. She answered 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, Anj. But let‘s do

me to my

stopping her from getting up.

and smiled. “He said he‘d move a mountain for me, so

smirked, wondering how she could find humor in this

she smiled and attempted to climb down

 

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 our heads out the door, but

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 raised her hand, gesturing him to stop. “Don‘t, Dylan. I went gaga last night because I was drunk!” She breathed hard. “No... We were drunk. We were not in our right mind,

last night.

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