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.

he had remembered. His little display had just been his

left the

one thing was certain-I was driving myself. No way was

was busy taking care of

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the time afternoon rolled around, my stomach growled in protest

placing a hand on my stomach before grabbing my coat and

joined the queue, my mind still occupied with work. But a strange sensation crept over me-an unsettling chill,

slightly and caught sight of a sleek black sports car parked across the street. Its windows were tinted, making it impossible to see

just

bacon sandwich is

quickly took the bag, pushing aside the strange feeling, and

office.

distance. It didn't speed up, didn't honk-just-stayed there,

shook my head. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.....

Later That Evening

a nervous wreck. She had a big business dinner tonight, and

in the office was

I said, closing my laptop.

eyes lit up

about to leave, my

we'll go home

I'm going with Emily

my

need to go to

was calm, but there

successor, Sean. Someone has to take over when

right?"

Silence.

wait for a

At the Dinner Venue

arrived, I

A bar? Seriously?"

winced. "The client

noisy and full of distractions. Did

suggest another location?

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