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.

little display had just been his pride

and left the room without

certain-I was driving myself. No way was I getting in a

over the past few days while I was busy taking care of Elizabeth. The moment I

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stomach growled in

I murmured, instinctively placing a hand on my stomach before grabbing

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

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

just my

bacon sandwich is

the bag, pushing aside the strange feeling,

office.

follow at a steady distance. It didn't speed up, didn't honk-just-stayed there, lingering. Then, at the next intersection,

head. Maybe I'm just

Later That Evening

a nervous wreck. She had a

pacing in the office

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

eyes lit

I was about to leave, my phone

work, we'll go home

can't. I'm going with Emily to

immediately, my

your subordinate. Why do you need to

was calm, but there was an edge to

Sean.

right?"

Silence.

a response before ending

At the Dinner Venue

we arrived,

A bar? Seriously?"

winced. "The client

“Bars are too noisy and full

suggest another location?

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