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."

my mouth. "Is that what you

marriage to Sean Shaw.

didn't have to watch her family's legacy crumble,"

"If I

off. "We both made

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A Slap

we not talk

just want you

use the restroom," I said with a

towards the ladies' room, I noticed

love for her unborn child that had moved me, that had made

given me the courage to keep my

her face was tear-stained as she argued in hushed but heated tones with a man I recognized as a senior manager

not meaning to eavesdrop but

can't just pretend this isn't happening," she was saying,

the man hissed. "This isn't

office, where your wife might stop by? Or maybe your house, where

"I said, be quiet!"

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 this, or your wife finds

I waited a moment before continuing to the restroom, not wanting him to notice me. When I returned to the

glancing up. "You were

know," I said vaguely, noticing my tea had grown

then said to Christopher, "It's getting late. I should head back to the

the check, I discovered he

I was treating you to lunch?" I

You

feeling that he had planned it all-the "chance"

could, deliberately creating an

Could he

head,

was surely overthinking this. How could

Christopher and me?

was just an old friend, albeit a

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69: A Slap

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