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."

taunted. "I'm brave enough to issue the

back, recognizing the signs of his temper rising. I'd witnessed it countless times during our marriage-the slight hesitation

storm.

responded. "Here's my wager: if I win, you stay away from

Completely."

up in surprise.

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we betting or

him. "What do you think? We have

"I think

with Jessica's assessment. These men were turning a simple race into something dangerous, all for their egos. And somehow, I'd become

the club approached, clipboard in hand. "The

continued, “As a reminder, the first rider to retrieve the red flag at the summit

nine, eight..."-I attempted to swing my leg over and dismount. Sean's arm instantly tightened around my

"Seven..." the official called.

ear,

can turn and

was formulating a scathing retort when

Jessica releasing a terrified squeal.

called back. "Winning

confusion, Sean remained motionless at the starting line, making

form. The silence stretched between us until

are you doing?" I finally demanded.

my back. "What, worried you'll have to go