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.

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

quickly. "I

to avoid

Really, Sean,

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

-you

"You don't need to-

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

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

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

you used to patch me up after hockey practice?" he asked, his

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 carefully applied antibiotic ointment

fingers lingered on my wrist, just

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Wounds and

grabbed me. "Angela

made me look up, finding his face much cler than

lights caught the green of his eyes, reminding me of summer storms over

a moment, I could almost forget

him about.

the marriage contract, the baby I still

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

trill of his phone shattered

across the screen, and reality came crashing back. I pulled away, gathering the scattered pieces of my composure as Sean stared at

answer that,” I said, standing perhaps too quickly. "Your girlfriend might need something

Angela-

the first aid, I managed a smile that