The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 98

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 98: Reconnecting

Sean Pov

Evening shadows stretched across my presidential

The Plaza as I stared out at the Manhattan skylin

The city lights were beginning to twinkte to life, a tapestry of artificial stars

spreading out beneath the darkening sky. Id loosened my tie hours ago, but hadn't bothered to change out of my suit despre returning from the business meeting nearly two hours

A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Mr. Shaw?" Thomas entered with that practiced deference that reminded me how much I missed Michael. Five years, and I still wasn't used to his replacement. "Your dinner has arrived,"

"Just leave it there," 1 murmured, gesturing vaguely toward the side table.

"Sir, you haven't eaten all day," Thomas pointed out, setting down the tray with careful precision. "And Dr. Carter was very cleat about taking your medication with lood."

I sighed, finally turning from the window. The silver dome covering the plate gleamed in the soft lamplight, but the thought of food only intensified the dull ache in my stomach.

I'm not hungry."

"Mr. Shaw," Thomas tried again, concern evident in his voice, "your condition won't improve if you don't maintain regular meals Perhaps just a few bites?"

"Fine," I conceded, more to end the conversation than from any desire to eat. "I'll try some of it later."

Thomas nodded, relieved to have extracted even this small promise.

"Your medication is beside the water glass, sir. And should I confirm your attendance at tomorrow's charity gala? Mr. Lawrence has called twice to personally request your presence."

At the mention of another social obligation-another evening of meaningless small talk and strategic networking-I felt a familiar weariness settle deeper into my bones. Tell her I'll try to make an appearance."

Once Thomas retreated, I loosened my tie further and sank into the armchair by the window. My phone buzzed on the side table, and I reached for it automatically, expecting another email from the office.

a notification from Instagram-LittleChefs Tuscany had gone live. Something

Five years,

trace, taking with her any chance

Shaw Group higher and higher, as if reaching some invisible threshold might finally fill the emptiness shed

the notification, watching as the screen

the image of a sunlit kitchen. Two children in oversized chef hats

on

"Welcome everyone! the li

with theatrical flourish. "Today we're making seafood

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her, already measuring

recipes," he added, his voice carrying that endearing

that age

strangely of

account six months

these children-their unself-conscious

to their cooking "show"-had clight my attention

curated content, their authenticity

the girls effervesceul personality provided a

ending, Aria said, "Moms tells us we need to eat properly and stay healthy.

this, I couldn't help but reach for my dinner

there was a knock at the door. I thought it was hotel service, but when I opened the door, I saw a woman in revealing, provocative

short it barely covered the tops of her thighs, her cleavage a deep shadow

sir," she purred, her voice low and sultry, sliding into my ears like velvet. "I'm a special gift from Mr. Lawrence, here to help you unwind tonight. Her eyes locked onto mine, shimmering

immediately understanding who or what she was. “No, thank you,” I said curtly, turning to close

brace the doorframe, her body leaning forward until her chest neatly brushed against my

be so quick to say no," she giggled, "You've had a long day, haven't you? I know exactly

she swayed her hips, revealing

strap of her dress, letting it slip off her shoulder. The material fell away, exposing one full breast, the nipple faintly visible

you. Are you really going to turn down such

my chest, and

leave," I

heart," she teased, slowly adjusting her dress back