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."

before I replied: "I'm not that little

"What should I

"Just Angela is fine."

Angel it

stared at the last message,

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

he was unknowingly intruding on something private, something

get some rest." His tone was

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

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58: That Damn

I emerged, freshly showered

through the floor-to-ceiling

remained untouched, the pillows

over the cold sheets

Chanel suit, I made my

inside, his 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 spent the night

as I

"Christopher's hosting a

grip tightened slightly on my leather portfolio. "Both of

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

thought back to our prep school days, when our arguments would follow this same pattern. Sean would always be the first to extend an olive branch, even while maintaining that

it seemed,

time?" I asked,

pick you up at

his voice stopped me. "Angela."

show of concern caught me off guard,

of Shaw Tower hummed with its usual morning activity as I

call came through just as I finished reviewing the quarterly reports. I

speaker, confident in the privacy

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