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

left

thing was certain-I was driving myself. No way

few days while I was busy taking care of Elizabeth. The

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afternoon rolled around, my stomach growled in protest

instinctively placing a hand on my stomach before grabbing my coat and heading out

I joined the queue, my mind still occupied with work. But a strange sensation

caught sight of a sleek black sports car parked across the street. Its windows

it just my

bacon sandwich

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

office.

didn't speed up, didn't honk-just-stayed there, lingering. Then, at the next

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

Later That Evening

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

pacing in the office was making

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

lit up

as I was about

After work, we'll go home

I'm going with Emily

my

need to

was calm, but there was

need to train my successor, Sean. Someone has to take

right?"

Silence.

a response

At the Dinner Venue

arrived,

A bar? Seriously?"

winced. "The client picked

and full of distractions. Did you even

suggest another location?

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