The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 69

Chapter 69

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 69: A Slap for Another Woman's Man

Angela POV

"The Grand?" I asked as Christopher's Mercedes pulled up to the iconic hotel entrance. "Isn't this a bit excessive for a casual lunch?"

Christopher's amber eyes met mine briefly in the rearview mirror, a pint of amusement playing at his lips. Since when has Angela Wilson ever settled for casual? Besides, I remember how much you used to love their afternoon tea."

I di love it, once. Back before Wilson Investment collapsed. Back when my family name still meant something in this city.

"Things change," I said softly.

"By the way," Christopher said, "how is Christina's injury?".

"You're asking the wrong person," I said coolly. "Maybe you should ask Sean. He's been at the hospital with her."

Christopher's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And here I thought you didn't care about Sean anymore. But your tone suggests otherwise."

We settled at a quiet corner table. I ordered a light salad and some clear soup, avoiding my usual favorites.

'No lobster roll today?" Christopher asked, watching me scan the menu. "You used to love their seafood."

"I'm trying to be more health-conscious these days."

Christopher's eyes narrowed slightly at my response, but he simply nodded and turned to the waiter. "A pot of cinnamon apple tea for the lady, please. And bring us the full afternoon tea service."

"You remember my tea preference?" I asked, surprised.

"I remember everything about you, Angel."

There was something in his tone-a careful observation that made me wonder just how much he'd noticed about my recent changes.

"You know," Christopher began as he poured the steaming liquid with practiced grace, "My company is hiring right now. Someone with your experience would be particularly valuable."

I took a careful sip of tea, using the moment to gather my thoughts. Are you offering me a job, Christopher?"

"I'm offering you options." His voice was gentle, but his eyes were intent. "The world is bigger than Sean Shaw's shadow, Angela. You're too talented to play the role of trophy wife forever."

in my mouth. "Is that what

deserves more than being defined by your marriage to

family's legacy crumble," I replied sharply. "Sometimes we make choices we never thought

of regret crossed Christopher's face. "If I had

cut him off. "We both made our choices,

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A Slap

we not talk about

just want you

need to use the restroom," I said with a

room, I noticed Rachel Miller's

for her unborn child

way, her determination had given me

hushed but heated tones with a man I recognized as a senior manager

eavesdrop but unable to

pretend this isn't happening," she was

"This isn't

office, where your wife

"I said, be quiet!"

a surge of sympathy for the girl as she continued in a whisper that carried the weight of steel. "You have until tomorrow to decide. Either you help me handle

and walked away quickly, leaving the man standing there. I waited a moment before continuing to the restroom, not wanting him to notice me. When I returned to the table, Christopher

asked, glancing up. "You were

ran into someone I know," I said vaguely, noticing my

said to Christopher, "It's getting late.

I tried to get the check, I

was treating you to

then. You still owe me

the feeling that he

the bill before I could, deliberately creating an opportunity for another

why? Could he

my head, dismissing the

surely overthinking this. How could there ever be anything

Christopher and me?

an old friend, albeit a

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Slap

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