The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 34

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 34: Stop Treating Me Like A Ki

Angela POV

I met Nathan's gaze, doing my best to stay calm despite the unease Deeping in my chest.

The exact time hasn't been set yet, but

His brows furrowed even more at my response, lils lips pressed into a thin line.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, calculating, shalyzing.

"I told you before, you can always consult with me before making a big decisions."

,,Nathan said, his tone more serious now, but

there was an edge of concem beneath it.

I shrugged, forcing a smile. "I only decided a couple of days ago. It's hot really a big deal."

Nathan's gaze softened, but only for a moment. He nodded, though his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.

"Nathan, what's going on in that head of yours?" I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer.

He blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and looked at me, a flicker of sadness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before.

"..." He hesitated.

"You're not thinking about resigning, are you?"

Nathan had come to work at Sean's company because of me, and I know he'd follow my lead in everything-even quitting if I decided to leave. The thought of him leaving without a second thought hit me hard, a mix of protectiveness and guilt.

But instead of answering. Nathan raised an eyebrow and gave me a half-smile- one that didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't worry, that's not what I'm thinking about."

I said, "but don't forget about your own situation. Are

I nodded,

Christina's back, and you're just going to walk away? Is it really that

it wasn't just about Christina-it was about me, about how Nathan saw me giving

a pause, and his voice dropped

weren't always like this. Why is it when it comes to Sean, you

my eyes, feeling a

anyone else, I might've fought for them. But Sean didn't love

I needed him to. And I couldn't keep holding on to something that would never be

didn't come here to talk about Christina, did you?" I

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34: Stop Treating Me

glanced down at the 15der in

us working on before your vacation? I've

Take a look.” He placed the folder

it

a week ahead of

was easy." Nathan grinned, his usual cocky smirk back in

was contagious, and I couldn't help but

and soon the warm rays of the setting sun filtered through the office window, casting a golden glow on Nathan's hair. Time had passed faster than

you, I'll take you out to dinner tonight." Without thinking I ruffled his hair,

between us.

happen. In one smooth motion, he grabbed my hand, his grip firm, and lifted his head,

his voice dropped low as he whispered, "Stop treating me like a

was something in his gaze-something unspoken-that

pulled my hand back, stepping away, suddenly

little brother," I said, laughing to

didn't answer, his eyes lingering on me as

my laptop with a soft

I'd put

"Let's go. I

great restaurant. You'll love it," I said, offering him

made our way toward the door. The office was quiet now, with most of the employees having

with Christina and Sean, who were walking toward us. The air shifted instantly, thick with

briefly to mine, and then, almost instinctively, his eyes landed

voice dripping with