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."

though my stomach was still churning. 'I'm feeling much

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

the brief

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

earlier."

"Oh, you should see them up

Christina suggested, rising gracefully. "The morning air

give myself space to breathe. The morning's events had left me drained, and

voice came from beside me as she appears with a shawl. The morning air

barely a whisper. That woman is clearly trying to take everything from you, Mrs. Shaw. And now

her off gently, conscious of Christina

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

ears, its

had subsided, but in its place was

her. "I've stayed longer than 1 planned, and we wouldn't want Elizabeth to start asking questions,

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steadily. "No, We

her bice taking on that familiar sweet tone. Perhaps you could help arrange

do you need me to invite you? Lasked,

small smile. “That would make me look an

calculated. Even this simple request was part of her

she said, examining her nails with false casualnes, "you really should be more careful.

my desk, but I kept my

but