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."

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

"What

"Just Angela is fine."

then, Angel

the last message, a slight frown creasing

name Sean used in his most tender moments with me, when his guard was down and his voice would

was unknowingly intruding on something private, something that belonged only

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

to the bathroom, grateful for the excuse to escape the charged atmosphere of

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That

freshly showered

the floor-to-ceiling

bed remained untouched, the pillows still

out, my hand hovering over the cold sheets where he

a cream-colored Chanel suit, I made

of Sean 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

as I passed,

hosting a gathering at his house tonight. We

tightened slightly on my leather portfolio. "Both of

gossips more fuel?" His tone was light, but there was an edge to

pattern. Sean would always be

it seemed, never

time?" I asked,

Peter pick you

leave, but his voice stopped me. "Angela." I paused, not turning around. "Be

of concern caught me off guard, sending an unexpected warmth

its

just as I

the privacy

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