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.

to pull my hand back, but he was faster, catching my wrist with surprising gentleness. His fingers were warm against

nothing." I said quickly. "I

careful to avoid the abraded skin. "These

afternoon. Really,

phone. "Michael," he said when his assistant answered,

-you

"You don't need to-

near the window. The city lights were

appeared moments later with a well-equipped medical kit and an ice pack. Sean dismissed him with a nod, then settled beside

sting," he warned, holding an antiseptic wipe. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the scrapes, his breath warm against my skin as he bent over

up after hockey practice?" he asked, his voice soft with memory. "Junior year, that

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

watching as he

fingers lingered

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grabbed me. "Angela

look up, finding his face much cler

green of his eyes, reminding me

a moment, I could almost forget the

him about.

contract, the

free hand came up to cup my cheek, and I felt myself leaning into the touch despite every rational argument against

his phone shattered

pulled away, gathering the scattered pieces of my composure as Sean

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

Angela-

I managed a smile that felt brittle even