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.

my hand back, but he was faster, catching my wrist with surprising gentleness. His fingers were warm against my sku as he turned my

quickly. "I just...

traced the edge of my palm, careful to avoid the abraded skin.

Really, Sean, it's

phone. "Michael," he said when his assistant answered, “bring up the

-you

"You don't need to-

leather sofa near the window. The city

pack. Sean dismissed him with a nod, then settled beside me on the sofa, opening

wipe. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the scrapes, his breath warm against

you used to patch me up after hockey practice?" he asked, his voice soft with memory. "Junior year, that championship game against

did remember. Sean had taken a 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

were always too reckless," I murmured, watching as he

me back together." His fingers lingered on my

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grabbed me. "Angela

up, finding his face much

of his eyes, reminding me of summer storms over

I could

him about.

marriage contract, the

up to cup my cheek, and I felt myself leaning into the touch despite every rational argument against it. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I knew with absolute certainly that he was

trill of his phone

crashing back. I pulled away, gathering the scattered pieces of my composure as Sean stared at the phone

said, standing perhaps

Angela-

I managed a smile that felt brittle even to