The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 51

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 51: Did They All Know My Secret?

Angela POV

The moment I saw him, my mind went completely blank.

How long had he been standing there?

What had he heard?

Who were you talking to?" His voice was carefully neutral, but I could hear the edge beneath it.

I avoided his question, asking instead, "Weren't you supposed to be at the office? Why are you still home?"

"Elizabeth was worried about your health," he replied, his eyes never leaving my face. "She insisted I stay back to keep an eye on you. The meetings have been switched to video calls." He paused for a moment, then pressed on, "You still haven't answered my question. Who were you talking to just now?"

I turned to face him, keeping my expression composed. "I was practicing for a presentation," I replied smoothly, moving toward my desk. "The quarterly numbers for the Morgan acquisition."

"Really?" Sean stepped into the study, closing the door behind him. Because it sounded more like you were having a rather intimate

conversation."

"You must have misheard." I kept my voice light as I sorted through the papers on my desk, giving my hands something to do. "I've been reviewing these reports all morning."

His eyes narrowed. "Do you really think I'm that easy to fool?" He took a step closer, his voice dropping. "I heard you say 'baby'."

so hard

Sean's voice grew colder. "Is there

So he hadn't heard clearly what I'd said earlier. He had no idea about the child I

is helping me understand the technical aspects of the

Emily 'baby'. She's been doing an excellent

who could help

has the most experience with this type

much time you're spending with

spend with Christina," I shot back before I could stop myself.

edge of my desk. "Are you blaming me? I

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"Who

to argue back, but ultimately remained silent. Taking advantage of his hesitation, I grabbed my laptop, pushed past him, and walked out

finished discussing

we are.” I walked past him toward the door, then paused. “By the way, Christina left her scarf in the guest room last night. You might want to

to find something to settle my churning stomach. The

to hide.

Chef David busy preparing lunch when I entered the

in, and I saw the concern flash across his face before he masked

Shaw," he greeted me, "I just finished a batch of macarons. Would you like to try one? They're your

threatening to revolt moments ago,

the mention of sweets. "Thank

appeared with a glass of mint tea just as I settled at