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.

he was faster, catching my wrist with surprising gentleness.

I said quickly. "I just... took a small fall

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

afternoon. Really, Sean,

already reaching for his phone. "Michael," he said when his assistant answered, “bring up

-you

"You don't need to-

to the leather sofa near the window. The city lights were beginning to twinkle

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

wipe. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the

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

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

were always too reckless," I murmured, watching as he carefully applied antibiotic ointment to

you were always there to put me back together." His fingers

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grabbed me. "Angela

softness in his voice made me look up, finding his

eyes, reminding me of summer storms over the

a moment, I could almost forget the complications

him about.

the marriage contract, the baby

rational argument against it. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I knew with absolute certainly that he

his phone

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

that,” I said, standing perhaps too quickly.

Angela-

first aid, I managed a smile that felt brittle even to