The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 75

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 75: Wounds and Whispers

Angela Pow

His eyes narrowed slightly, studying my face with the intensity be ally reserved for complex business deals.

"Is everything alright?"

"I'm just 1

tired, I lied smoothly. "It's been a long day. And with Victoria back... I think we should try to appear more.

added softly, before he could respond. united. At least in front of the family."

Something shifted in Sean's expression - a softening around the eyes that I hadn't seen in weeks.

"Of course, you're right about Victoria. She's always been particularly perceptive,"

I managed a small smile, grateful bed understood without further explanation. "Thank you. I know it's short notice, but-"

Before I could finish, Sean's expression changed suddenly, his eyes fixed on my hand where I'd unconsciously gripped the edge of

his desk

"You're hurt. His voice carried a sharp edge of concern as he rose from his chair.

faster, catching my wrist with surprising gentleness. His fingers were warm against my

said quickly. "I

edge of my palm, careful to avoid the abraded skin. "These look fresh. When did

Really,

when his assistant answered, “bring up the first aid kit from the medical office.

-you

"You don't need to-

no argument as he guided me to the leather sofa near the window. The city lights were beginning to twinkle to life beyond the glass, Manhattan preparing for its nightly

him with a nod, then settled beside me on the sofa, opening the kit

touch was surprisingly gentle as he

me up after hockey practice?" he asked, his voice soft with

brutal check into the boards, emerging with a split lip and a fierce grin of triumph. I'd been the one to clean him up afterward, lecturing him about unnecessary risk while he just smiled that infuriating, blood-

I murmured, watching as he carefully applied antibiotic

were always there to put me back together." His fingers lingered on my wrist, just above

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grabbed me. "Angela

in his voice made me look up, finding his face much cler

lights caught the green of his eyes,

I could almost

him about.

contract, the

felt myself leaning into the touch despite every rational argument against it. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I knew with absolute

trill of his phone

came crashing back. I pulled away, gathering the scattered

perhaps too quickly. "Your

Angela-

I managed a smile that