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."

necessary." I kept my voice steady, though my stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides, we have that board meeting to

silently at my side with a plate of plain toast and fresh fruit. My throat tightened at her thoughtfulness-she'd been with the family long enough to recognize the signs, even if others hadn't. Or perhaps she

I murmured, catching the brief flash of

could feel Christina watching our exchange, her gaze calculating beneath her perfect smile. "The garden looks lovely this morning" she observed, changing the subject with

earlier."

brightened visibly. "Oh, you should see them up close.

a short walk?" Christina suggested, rising gracefully.

hanging back a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning's events had left me drained, and maintaining my composure was becoming increasingly

appears with a shawl. The morning air

around my shoulders, her voice dropped to barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And

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

had retreated to the study under the pretense of work. The room had become

ears, its

focus. The morning's nausea had subsided, but in its place was a bone-deep exhaustion that seemed to seep into every part of

Christina's presence. "I should head back," she said, closing the door behind her. "I've stayed longer than 1 planned, and we wouldn't want Elizabeth to start asking questions, would

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gaze steadily.

to come see Elizabeth again tomorrow," she continued, her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone. Perhaps you could help arrange

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

would make me look an eager to

carefully calculated. Even

said, examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really should

curled into fists beneath my desk, but

but