The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 58

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."

keyboard before I

quickly: "What should

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel

stared at the last message, a slight frown

me, when his guard was down and his voice

wrong somehow, like he was unknowingly intruding on something private, something

get some rest." His tone was

trusting myself to speak. I gathered my nightclothes and headed to the bathroom, grateful for the

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That

emerged, freshly showered and wearing silk

through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I

bed remained

my hand hovering over

I made my way toward the

changed into a fresh shirt and

as I

a gathering

tightened slightly on my leather portfolio.

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

back to our prep school days, when our arguments would follow this same pattern. Sean would always be the first to extend an

things, it seemed,

I

Peter pick you up

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

sudden show of concern caught me off guard, sending an unexpected warmth

floor of Shaw Tower hummed with its usual morning activity as I

through just as I

in the privacy of my corner

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