The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 58

Chapter 58: That Damn Speakerphone Spill

Angela POV

I closed the bedroom door behind me as quietly as possible.

Sean sat in the leather armchair by the window, dressed in just a white T-shirt and dark loungewear pants.

His usually perfect appearance was nowhere to be seen-his hair slightly disheveled, as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly.

Elizabeth's words from earlier echoed in my mind: "That boy... when he heard you were in trouble, he ran out without even grabbing his coat."

I found my eyes drawn to his broad shoulders, noting how the thin cotton material of his T-shirt did little to hide his tensed

muscles.

The thought of him rushing out into the cold night, focused only on reaching me, stirred something deep within my chest.

For a moment, I nearly broke the heavy silence between us. But pride held my tongue.

What would I say?

Thank you for coming to my rescue?

I'm sorry for worrying you?

None of it felt right, not when our marriage was nothing but a convenient arrangement with an expiration date.

As I moved toward the walk-in closet, my phone buzzed with a message. Christopher's name appeared on the screen:

"Save my new number, Little Angel."

hovered over the keyboard before I replied:

came quickly: "What should I call you

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel

at the last message, a slight frown creasing

his most tender moments with me, when his guard was down and his voice

intruding on something

should get some rest." His tone was carefully neutral, betraying nothing of what he might be

slightly, not trusting myself to speak. I gathered my nightclothes and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the

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That

time I emerged, freshly showered and wearing silk pajamas, san had

through the floor-to-ceiling windows when

of the bed remained untouched,

myself reaching out, my hand hovering over the cold

Chanel suit, I made my way toward the

ajar, and I caught sight of Sean inside, his tall frame bent over his laptop. He'd changed into a fresh shirt and suit pants, but the subtle shadows

I passed, our eyes meeting

his voice cold. "Christopher's hosting a gathering at his house

my leather portfolio. "Both of

was light, but there was an edge to it. "They're already having a field

Sean would always be the first to extend an olive branch, even while maintaining that

things, it seemed, never

time?" I asked,

pick

voice stopped me. "Angela." I paused, not

me off guard, sending an unexpected

with its usual

call came through just as I finished reviewing the quarterly

confident in the privacy of my