The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 53

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 53 You Can't Call Him Anymore-Ever

Angela POV

"Why?"

I kept my voice steady, but Sean's intense gaze sent a shiver down my spine. There was something different about him-something unreadable and unsettling.

"You can't call Nathan anymore," he said suddenly.

I blinked. "What?"

"And don't call him 'baby' again. In fact, you can't call any man 'baby, ever again." he added, his jaw tightening. "I know you weren't talking to Emily last night. I asked her. It was Nathan, wasnt it?"

I froze for half a second, unsure how to respond.

Should I even bother explaining? Maybe it was better to let him misunderstand than risk him learning the truth.

After a pause, I shrugged. "You're overthinking things. Nathan and I are just friends. And no, I won't stop talking to him-he's my colleague. That's not how the world works."

Then, as if this conversation were nothing more than an inconvenience, I patted his shoulder lightly. "Now, put me down."

Instead of letting go, Sean tightened his hold. His eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto mine.

"If you don't agree, I won't let go," he said, his voice low and firm.

I let out a breath. "Can't we have this conversation like normal adults? Do you really think this is appropriate?"

His lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement in his expression. "It's perfectly appropriate."

Then he added, "Angela, do you even remember that you're a married woman?"

I arched a brow, scoffing. "Have you forgotten? This marriage isn't real."

His arms stiffened around me. For a moment, something flickered in his eyes- something unspoken.

Then, without another word, he finally let me go.

As I stepped away, I chuckled softly, but there was no real humor in it.

had remembered. His little display had just been his

straightened my clothes and left

thing was certain-I was driving myself. No way

over the past few days while I was busy taking care of Elizabeth. The moment I stepped into the office, Emily handed me a thick stack

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growled in protest reminding me that I

I murmured, instinctively placing a hand on my stomach before

my mind still occupied with work. But a strange sensation crept over me-an

sleek black sports car parked across the street.

just my

your bacon sandwich is

reality. I quickly took the bag, pushing aside the strange feeling, and headed back to

office.

same black car seemed to follow at a steady distance. It didn't speed up, didn't honk-just-stayed there, lingering. Then, at the next intersection, it

head. Maybe I'm just being paranoid..... pregnancy

Later That Evening

wreck. She had a big business dinner

pacing in the office was

I said, closing my laptop. "I'll go with

lit up

about to leave, my

After work, we'll

going with Emily to a

my

is your subordinate. Why do you need to go to

was calm, but there was an edge

successor, Sean. Someone has to take

right?"

Silence.

wait for a response before ending the

At the Dinner Venue

we arrived, I

A bar? Seriously?"

"The client picked

are too noisy and full of distractions. Did you even try

suggest another location?

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