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."

fingers hovered over the keyboard before I replied: "I'm not

came quickly: "What should I call

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel it

at the last message, a slight frown creasing

with me, when his guard was down and his

wrong somehow, like he was unknowingly intruding on something private, something that belonged only to

"You should get some rest." His

gathered my nightclothes and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the excuse to escape the charged

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freshly showered and wearing silk pajamas,

light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I

remained

my hand hovering over the cold sheets where he should have

Chanel suit, I made my way toward the

his laptop. He'd changed into a fresh shirt and suit pants, but the subtle shadows under his

looked up as I passed, our eyes meeting

"Christopher's hosting a gathering at his house tonight. We should make

slightly on my leather

you'd prefer to give the gossips more fuel?" His tone was light, but there was an

arguments would follow this same pattern. Sean would always be the first to extend an olive branch, even while maintaining that stern

it seemed, never

time?" I

Peter pick you

me. "Angela." I paused, not turning around. "Be

of concern caught me off guard, sending an unexpected

with its usual morning activity as I settled

as I finished reviewing the

confident in the