The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 29

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 29: Then Why Don't You Date Him?

Angela Poy

I followed the address Christina texted me and found this cozy little café tucked away near the office.

As I approached the door, I noticed a "Closed for Rest" sign hanging here. Just then, my phone buzzed

"Angela, don't worry about the sign-just push the door open and come in. This is my friend's place, and I asked him to shut it down for a few hours so we could talk privately."

I didn't bother replying, just hung up and nudged the door open. The moment I stepped inside, I saw Christina sitting in the corner, waving me over

I headed toward her and slid into the seat across the table.

Next to her was a bald, slightly chubby middle-aged guy.

The second he laid eyes on me, he stood up, walked over, and-without warning- placed a hand on my shoulder. The gesture felt way too familiar, and I couldn't help but tense up, a little put off by ir.

"Hey, you must be Christina's friend, right? Can I get you something to drink? His voice was softer than I'd expected, almost warm, but his eyes lingered on me a bit too long, sizing me up in a way that made my skin crawl.

ghtly to shake off his hand and shook my head. "No, thanks. I can't have coffee right now-doctor's orders because of

I shifted slightly to the baby."

Then, with a weird little grin, he said, “Pregnant, huh?

mature women!"

Christina jumped in before I could. "Drake, just grab her

shooting me one last glance before heading off. "You two catch up.

of earshot, Christina leaned in with a small, knowing;

friend I met in Paris. He's pretty laid-back-came back to New York and opened this café. No grand plans, just likes

your divorce from Sean, if you

Was that her

been

already decided I was some kind of package deal to pitch to him. I bit back the

"Christina,

to run my love life now too?" She looked startled for a moment, then laughed it off like I was

on, Angela. I'm not meddling in your marriage or anything.

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Then Why Don't You

Then why don't you date him?" I cut her off, not

Our friendship had always been more surface-level than either

spoon

to get so defensive about someone who's helped you out," she said, her voice cool, her eyes sharp

judgment.

enough, that jab actually made me relax. I

act? Honestly, the real you isn't half bad. At least you're not

anymore.

"I just don't think you deserve me being nice to you! I didn't peg you for someone this ungrateful,"

an eyebrow, studying her. "Just because you helped my dad,