The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 81

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 81: He Knows... But He Doesn't Want The Baby

Angela Pov

At that thought, my face darkened slightly, I stared into Christopher eyes, which seemed to be hiding something - a mist of uncertainty I couldn't quite grasp.

But on the surface, he still wore that calm, reassuring smile.

e fust have noticed my tension. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft but probing

I lowered my gaze, glancing at the nurse still in the risini, and stayed silent.

The nurse adjusted the needle in my arm, and the sharp sting cleared my head a little.

Once she left, the room was empty except for the two of us. Now, I could finally say what had been on my mind.

I was still trying to figure out how to start when Christopher suddenly crouched down in front of me. He held a white silk handkerchief, gently dabbing at the bloodstains from where I'd accidentally pulled on the wound.

1 assumed his obsessive need for cleanliness was kicking in again.

After about ten seconds, I couldn't take it anymore. "You don't have to keep wiping it. It's not going to come off."

He paused, then stopped wiping..

A moment later, he said, "Someone will

bring you some clothes soon. You can change out of that one then."

I nodded, but I couldn't figure out what he was really doing

He must know by now about my pregnancy, yet he didn't ask a thing,

He and Sean were friends... Would he tell him?

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hand on my shoulder. "But I'm

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every father wants to be one. I thought of the message I sent him that he never responded to, and Christina handing me the check, urging me

doesn't want the

like a knife to my

I had even een moved by flat small gesture of his. But now, Christopher's question pulled me back into the harsh

hadn't answered my calls... and he didn't want our

gotten rid of the

promise you, I won't

and it made my chest feel even heavier. I couldn't stop the tears from falling, so I turned away, unable to face

my tears with the same handkerchief. He cupped my face in his hands, his

why are you so foolish? Are you really planning to

"Is that so bad?"

wiped my eyes and forced

didn't I? My father loved me, just like any other father would. And I didn't feel like...

started