The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 32

Ex-Wife

Chapter 32: Angela Had Never Once Held Me Like This

"Sorry, I was still hall asleep,” Angela murmured, her voice drowsy and slow.

She started to get up, and out of habit, I reached out to help her. But the moment my hand moved toward her, the flinched, pulling away as if I'd burned her.

It stung-

"What's wrong? Do I have thorns or something?" My voice came oud colder than I intended.

I'd told Angela more than once that even after our divorce, I possible to keep her distance-cold, distant, almost like she found

saw her as a friend. But lately, it felt like she was doing everything

repulsive.

"Sorry, I just forgot about our arrangement," she whispered. She leaned in briefly, almost too close, then quickly pulled back and glanced at Elizabeth.

The apology barely regtered. That tiny movement-her pulling away-only made the space between us feel wider, the distance heavier.

"Lunch together?" I asked, forcing a smile.

"Oh. I already have plans with Sophie. I need to go."

She didn't even wait for a response. Instead, she hopped out of bed, walked over to Elizabeth, and kissed her forehead with effortless warmth-something she never did with me. Then, just like that, she was gone, slipping away like smoke through a crack in the door.

Any guilt I'd felt

Any guilt I'd felt for snapping at her disappeared instantly.

By the time I got to my office, frustration had built up inside me. I yanked off my black suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch.

Michael walked in, took one look at me, and seemed ready to turn right back around.

"Something wrong?" I asked before he could leave.

He shrugged and set a gift box on my desk.

earlier. I'd handed

me-I hadn't eaten all day. I'd made time to visit Angela, hoping to have lunch with her, but she had

is ever.

me. These are from the one and only Miss Christina. How could I possibly dare lay a finger

shot him a sharp look.

out a low chuckle but didn't say

I said

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Had Never Once Held Me Like

made a face but didn't argñe,

loosened my tie and threw it onto the couch, exhaling sharply. But

Michael knocked and walked

asked,

held up a beautifully wrapped bag. "An Italian restaurant

Miss

then, my phone buzzed

It was from Angela.

I ordered something for you. The restaurant just confirmed delivery. Did you

mond lifted, though till muttered, "Wasn't she avoiding me? What's

at Michael.

"On it."

cookies. "Sc... what do you want me to do with these?

I barely looked

myself. Should I share

you want with them, just don't bother

"Got it."

he left, I opened the takeout box. Most of it was food I

small, reluctant smile tugged at

like she didn't care, but she

just settling into work when

I called, already

surprise,

it was

id for a

you gave them away?" She lowered he moment before looking up, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Sean did I do something to upset you?