The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 70: You Can't Be Too Greedy

Sean POV

I stood at the entrance of Shaw Tower, watching Christopher's Mercedes pull up

to the curb. My jaw clenched involuntarily as Angela stepped out, the afternoon sun catching those sapphire earrings I'd given her.

She moved with that characteristic grace of hers, as if the whispers and stares of passing employees meant nothing to her.

"Where have you been?" I couldn't keep the edge from my voice. "The quarterly review meeting starts in ten minutes."

She straightened her coat-that oversized one she'd taken to wearing lately-with deliberate calm. "I was having lunch, as I'm entitled to during my break hour."

"Lunch? My gaze shifted to Christopher, still seated in his car, watching us with that infuriatingly knowing expression. "With him?"

"Yes, with him." Angela's voice took on that steel edge I knew too well. "I don't believe who I have lunch with is any of your concern. After all, I'm not the one spending nights at the hospital with someone else."

The jab hit its mark. I felt my jaw tighten further, acutely aware of the junior analysts slowing their pace to eavesdrop. Damn it. This wasn't the place for this conversation.

"You're my executive assistant," I lowered my voice to a whisper, though the anger still leaked through. "Your whereabouts during office hours are absolutely my concern."

"I have a one-hour lunch break, as clearly stated in my contract." She met my gaze without flinching. "I haven't violated any company policies. And perhaps you should consider the audience before continuing this discussion."

She was right about the audience-I could see the growing crowd of onlookers, poorly concealing their interest. But seeing Christopher finally emerge from his car, I couldn't stop myself from turning to him.

“Blake,” I kept my voice low but threatening. “I suggest you keep your distance from my wife in the future."

"I wasn't aware lunch between old friends was

I could respond, Angela stepped between us. "We have a meeting to

building. I watched her go, fighting the urge to grab her arm and demand

a corner booth at the Plaza Hotel's bar, an untouched

floor as he

into the seat

called Evan." I'd wanted a quiet evening to think things through, but that wasn't going to happen now. William had never been what anyone

secret I'm not supposed to know

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70: You Can't

still hasn't fully

I don't understand how you can

with that woman-

woman," Evan cut in quietly, "is

I felt my hand tighten around the glass. "In name only. Everyone knows it's

it happen?" Evan's voice remained calm, but there was an edge to it. "You were in

pushed Christina into that statue. She's always been jealous of Sean and

do anything wrong." The words came out before I could stop

dropping to an urgent whisper. "Sean, be honest. You've always cared about Christina. Even back in college, everyone knew you two were meant to be together. This marriage to Angela it was just to

in the window glass. The

weren't there," I said finally, "when

blinked, clearly thrown by what seemed like a change of subject.

hearing him. "When I

the first flight back. Not for the business opportunity. Not because Grandmother

finish the sentence. The truth of why I'd rushed back from London that day was something

to myself.

quietly.

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