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."

eyes of his held a hint of amusement that made my blood boil. "I wasn't aware lunch between old friends was forbidden territory,

us. "We have a meeting to

my response, she strode into the building. I watched her go, fighting the urge to grab her arm and demand more answers. Christopher's thoughtful smile as he watched us only

a corner booth at the Plaza Hotel's bar, an untouched glass of aged scotch before

His designer loafers squeaked slightly against the polished floor as he slid into the booth, with Evan following more

Plaza? Really?" William dropped into the seat across

I looked at him in surprise. "I only called Evan." I'd wanted a quiet evening to think things through, but that wasn't going to happen now.

some secret I'm not supposed to know about? William grinned. "Ljust came

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hasn't fully

understand how

with that woman-

Evan cut in quietly, "is still

glass. "In name only.

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

retorted. "Jennifer saw everything Angela deliberately pushed Christina into

push Christina. She didn't do anything wrong." The words came out before I could stop

his voice 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

glittering cityscape, seeing my own reflection fractured in the window glass. The memory of that day five years ago suddenly surfaced-the moment

there," I said

like a change of

was in London," I continued, barely hearing him. "When I heard about the

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

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

to myself.

completed quietly. "You came back for

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