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."

before I replied: "I'm not

came quickly: "What should

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel

last message, a slight frown

when his guard was down and his voice

unknowingly intruding on something private,

my thoughts. "You should get some rest." His tone was carefully

headed to the bathroom, grateful for the excuse to escape the charged

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showered and wearing silk pajamas, san

light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows when

bed remained untouched, the pillows still

out, my hand hovering over

I made my way

tall frame bent over his laptop. He'd changed into a fresh shirt and suit pants, but the subtle shadows under his eyes suggested he'd

up as I passed, our eyes meeting

morning," he said, his voice cold. "Christopher's hosting a gathering at

grip tightened slightly on my leather portfolio. "Both

to give the gossips more fuel?" His tone was light, but there was an edge to it. "They're already having a

pattern. Sean would always be the first to

it

I

Peter pick you up at

nodded, turning to leave, but his voice stopped me. "Angela." I paused,

off guard, sending

executive floor of Shaw Tower hummed with its usual morning

I

in the privacy of my corner