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.

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

"I just... took a small fall

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

Really,

was already reaching for his phone. "Michael," he said when his assistant answered, “bring up the first aid kit

-you

"You don't need to-

argument as he guided me to the leather sofa near the window. The city lights were beginning to twinkle to life beyond the glass, Manhattan preparing for its nightly

kit and an ice pack. Sean dismissed him with a nod, then settled beside me

he warned, holding an antiseptic wipe. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the scrapes, his breath

he asked, his voice soft with memory.

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 smiled that infuriating, blood-

I murmured, watching as he carefully

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

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Wounds

grabbed me. "Angela

made me look up, finding his face much cler than

the green of his eyes,

I could

him about.

contract, the baby I still

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

of his phone shattered the

back. I pulled away, gathering the scattered pieces of my composure

standing perhaps too quickly. "Your

Angela-

aid, I managed a smile