The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 118-1

Chapter 118: Two Men's Bet-1

Angela POV

Tristan Lawrence approached on his Thoroughbred, his expression a mixture of

annoyance and determination. His gaze darted between Sean and me, clearly displeased at seeing me on Sean's horse.

"Just racing is too dull, Shaw," Tristan called out, his voice carrying across the field. “Care to add a wager to make things interesting?"

Sean barely acknowledged him, seemingly preoccupied with my presence in his arms. The warmth of his chest against my back was an unwelcome reminder of our earlier encounter in the changing room.

"Mr. Lawrence," I attempted to speak, desperate to salvage my business opportunity. "About the investment proposal we were discussing-"

"What's the wager?" Sean interrupted coldly, his voice vibrating against my shoulder.

Tristan's eyes gleamed with calculation. "If I win, we race again. And you return Ms.

Wilson to me!"

I stiffened. How dare they treat me like a prize to be won? I opened my mouth to protest

but found myself silenced by the sudden tension in Sean's body.

"Don't even think about it," Sean's voice dropped dangerously low. "And you won't beat me

anyway."

you afraid to accept?" Tristan taunted. "I'm brave enough to issue the challenge.

breathing change against my back, recognizing the signs of his temper rising. I'd witnessed it countless times during our

storm.

finally responded. "Here's my wager: if I win, you

Completely."

eyebrows shot up in surprise.

1/3

Two

we betting or not?" Sean

to Jessica, who was perched nervously behind him. "What do

jacket tightly. "I think safety should

men were turning a simple race into something dangerous, all for their egos. And somehow, I'd become the prize

club approached, clipboard in

written across his features. The official continued, “As a reminder, the first rider to retrieve the red flag at the summit wins. There's also a special prize from the club waiting

eight..."-I attempted to swing my leg over

"Seven..." the official called.

against my ear, sending

"If you're scared, you can turn and

was formulating a scathing retort when the official

releasing a terrified squeal. "Mr. Lawrence, please slow

nothing," Tristan called back. "Winning

Sean remained motionless at the starting line,

silence stretched between us until I couldn't bear

finally demanded. "Are you

response came as a low rumble against my back. "What, worried