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.

wrist with surprising gentleness. His fingers were warm against my sku as he turned my palm upward, revealing the

nothing." I said quickly. "I just... took a

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

afternoon. Really, Sean, it's

for his phone. "Michael," he said when his assistant answered, “bring up the first aid kit from the medical office. And

-you

"You don't need to-

brooked no argument as he guided me to the leather sofa near the window. The city lights were

medical kit and an ice pack. Sean dismissed him with a

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

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

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 smiled

as he carefully applied

put me back together." His fingers lingered on my wrist, just above where the

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grabbed me. "Angela

softness in his voice made me look up, finding his face

eyes, reminding me

could almost

him about.

marriage contract, the baby

argument against it. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I knew

trill of his phone shattered

the scattered pieces of my composure as Sean stared at the phone with an unreadable

answer that,” I said, standing perhaps too quickly. "Your

Angela-

managed a smile that felt brittle even