The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 50

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 50: If You'll Be As Stubborn As Your Father

Angela Pov

I forced myself to walk steadily as I maile my way back to the dining room, with Christina hovering at my

Elizabeth's worried eyes met mine the moment I entered. "Are you alright, dear? You gave us quite a fright."

"I'm 1

fine," I managed a reassuring smile as I settled back into my car. The familiar scent of Elizabeth's morning tea wafted across the table, a comfort I desperately needed right now. Just a bit of seafood sensitivity, that's all

"I dont understand," Elizabeth's homes furnoved with concern. "I remember

er you used to love lobster. You never had any allergies

before."

"People's tastes change," Christina interjected smoothly as she leaned forward to pour Elizabeth more tea. "I used to adore oysters, but now I can barely stand the smell."

Elizabeth nodded, but her sharp eyes didn't miss the way my fingers rembled slightly as I reached for my water glass.

"Perhaps we should stiff have you checked by a doctor," she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. "Better safe than Sorry."

churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides, we

throat tightened at her thoughtfulness-she'd been with the family long enough to recognize the signs, even

catching the brief flash

her perfect smile. "The garden looks lovely this morning" she observed, changing the subject with practiced ease. "Elizabeth, you must tell

earlier."

see them

don't we take a short walk?" Christina suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning air

back a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning's

Sarah's quiet voice came from beside me as she appears with a shawl. The morning air is a bit

woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now she's acting like.

her off gently, conscious of Christina s occasional backward glances.

I had retreated to the study under the pretense of work. The room had become my sanctuary over the past quiet solitude offering refuge from the constant performance my life had

ears, its

had subsided, but in its place was a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into every part

head back," she said, closing the door behind her. "I've stayed longer than 1 planned, and we wouldn't want Elizabeth

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Be As Stubborn

her gaze steadily.

continued, her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone.

to invite you? Lasked, "Can't you conta

small smile. “That would make me look an eager to please her,

carefully calculated. Even this simple request was

examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really should be more careful. Morning sickness can be so...

beneath my desk, but I kept my

but