The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 36

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 36: Tempted To Let Go

Angela POV

"Jealous?"

Sean froze for a moment, as if caught off guard. His gazo softened just a fraction

before he reached up wiped the blood from the corner of my lips.

The touch was tender, but his voice was anything but gentle,

p with his fingertip and gently

"Even if I am jealous, so what? he murmamed, his breath hot against any skin. "Don't forget, legally, you're my wife."

His face

leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing mine. The heat from his breath washed over me, sending a

shiver through my body.

And for a split second, I was tempted.

Tempted to let go.

To let him kiss me, to feel the weight of his presence suffocate all the frustration I'd been holding in.

But as soon as bis lips were Inches from mine, I turned my face away, breaking the moment.

"Being your wife legally doesn't mean anything." I said, a faint smile curling my lips, laced with mocking humor. 'Or let me put it this way-if you're jealous of me, doesn't that mean you're betraying Christina?"

The mention of her name hit like a slap, and I saw his expression darken immediately. His jaw tightened.

"Why bring her up?" he demanded, his voice low, almost growling.

I_ "Can't I?" I shot back, my tone biting. Then why bring up Nathan?"

Silence tell.

His anger simmered in the space between its, but neither of us spoke We just stood there, locked in a standoff.

Finally, with a slight loosening of his grip on me, Sean rolled off the bed, standing up with an abruptness that left the air thick with

tension.

He wrapped the towel around his waist again, but the image of his huge cock lingered in my mind longer than I cared to admit.

Instead, I forced myself to focus on the pain in my wrist- the spot where his grip had

reached down to pick up the

struggle.

I turned it on, nothing happened. The screen

work for the night was

nearby, his cold presence unwavering. He wasn't leaving, and

going to work anymore?"

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my frustration bulling over. You broke it! How am I supposed to work

moment, then reached

"No nerd,"

my face, catching the anger in my expression.

you

finding it both frustrating and

need your money

"Do you really

as soon as the words left my mouth, reality hit me. Someday, when I had a child to care for, when I was scrimping and saving. I'd need every penny 1 could get. Maybe the price of a laptop could boy diapers, formula, or toys for a little

my tone,

the money to

quickly, he pulled out his phone and made

need money," he said,

back me?"

transfer the fifteen million you

dismissing the

as the notification came through.

much! A

osts a few thousand."

extra as

"My laptop

8,000," I said flatly. "I'll just take

I'm

handed the excess money back to him

voice carrying an undercurrent of frustration.

answer. Instead, I picked up the broken

my damaged laptop. After all, I didn't have much time left at

down in the small cafeteria. She was uncharacteristically quiet, pushing on her

food around

"Is it because I've

lingering on her plate. When she finally looked up,

you going

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Tempted

from het for a while longer.