The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Chapter 35: Are You Jealous?

Angela Pov

After dinner with Nathan, he drove me home. To avoid any tension between him and Sean, I didn't invite Nathan inside.

I walked through the door, but Sean wasn't anywhere to be found. I must still be with Christina, I thought. Or maybe he wouldn't be coming home tonight. Either way, I didn't feel like waiting around for him.

I pulled out my laptop and set it on the table, determined to finish up some work I needed to pass along to Emily

As soon as I opened the spreadsheet, the door clicked open, and I heard footsteps. Startled, I looked up and saw Sean standing in the doorway of our bedroom,

He was only wearing a towel, his chest bare, water dripping from his clamp hair onto his bronzed skin. A bead of water slid down his chest, catching the light as it moved lower, tracing the muscles in a way that almost hypnotized me.

I couldn't help but stare. It was impossible not to. He looked so effortlessly tempting, like something out of a dream. No wonder so many women at the office were drawn to him,

"What's the matter? Am I that good-looking?" he teased, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "You look stunned."

"Who's

staring

at you! I snapped quickly, my face flushing, I tried to focus, but my heart was still racing. "Why didn't you krinck before coming in?"

He didn't even flinch, walking over casually. "This is our bedroom," he said with a shrug. "Why would I need to knock?" His eyes flicked to my laptop screen, and his lips curled into a mocking smile, "Isn't Nathan helping you? Why do you still need to bring work home?

I clenched my tooth, frustration rising. "I didn't finish it during the day, I muttered, trying to focus on my task.

it tomorrow," Sean said, his voice dripping

the bed. There was an air of arrogance to him that I couldn't ignore. After his showers the scent of body wash lingered in the air, clean and

upset that I had interrupted his

laptop. "I'll go work in the study," I said, trying to give him

he stepped in

"Was the time at

office not enough for you to finish your work?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Or is

off guard.

answer immediately. Instead, his gaze hardened. "How was your

was going on now. It wasn't about work. It wasn't even about me

about his

so I tried

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past, higrabbed my wrist and puffed me

onto the bed, his grip

my

le pinned my

legs. His holy pressed against mine, and I could feel his warmth, the dampness

calm.

was barely covered, his towel hanging

with

movement I

"Pervert!" I yelled.

bit into the hard muscle of his arm, hoping