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."

stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much better already. Besides, we have that board meeting to

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

you, Sarah," I murmured, catching the brief flash of understanding

gaze calculating beneath her perfect smile. "The garden looks lovely this morning" she observed, changing the subject

earlier."

should see them up close. There a

short walk?" Christina suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning

followed them into the garden, hanging back a few steps to give myself space to breathe. The morning's events had

appears with

her voice dropped to barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now she's acting like. Sarah's voice

cut her off gently, conscious of

room had become my sanctuary over

ears, its

focus. The morning's nausea had subsided, but in its place was a

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

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Be As Stubborn

gaze steadily. "No, We wouldnr

her bice taking

you need me to invite you?

“That would make me

then every move she made was carefully calculated. Even this simple

examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really

into fists beneath my desk, but I kept

but