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?

was lost in thought when Christopher broke the

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him. "So, you know,

mean

my voice steady but serious "Please, don't tell

his lips curled into a small smile. I couldn't tell if it was mockery or... maybe even a

never figure

you

putting a hand on my

I'm just curious-why don't

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He Knows... But

him. "Ile knows, My fingers tightened on the

to, and Christina handing me the check, urging me to get an abortion. Without thinking, I placed my hand on my stomach,

he doesn't want

like a knife to my

kidnapping, I was still wearing Sean's jacket. I had even een moved by flat small gesture of his.

answered my calls... and

you've already gotten rid of

you, I

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

with the same handkerchief. He cupped my face in his hands, his touch tender, like that

are you so foolish? Are you really planning to raise

"Is that so bad?"

and forced a small

single mom. I grew up in a single-parent home. I turned out fine, didn't I? My father loved me, just like any other father would. And I didn't feel like... not having a mom

spill faster, but my confidence started to fade. felt my voice quieting with