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

my clothes and left

to work, one thing was certain-I was driving myself. No way was I getting in a

past few days while I was busy taking care of Elizabeth. The moment I stepped into the office,

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time afternoon rolled around, my stomach growled in protest reminding

a hand on my stomach before grabbing my coat and heading out for

with work. But a strange sensation crept over me-an unsettling chill, as if someone were watching

my head slightly and caught sight of a sleek black sports car

it just my

your bacon

back to reality. I quickly took the bag, pushing aside the

office.

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

I'm just being paranoid.....

Later That Evening

wreck. She had a

the office was making

said, closing my

eyes lit up with

about

we'll go

I can't. I'm going with

my phone

subordinate. Why do you need to go

there was

to train my successor, Sean. Someone has to take over when

right?"

Silence.

a response

At the Dinner Venue

arrived,

A bar? Seriously?"

winced. "The client

and

suggest another location?

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