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."

to issue the challenge. Are you brave enough to accept

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

storm.

wager: if

Completely."

in surprise.

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we betting or

Jessica, who was perched nervously behind him. "What do you think? We have to

clutched his jacket tightly. "I think

agreed with Jessica's assessment. These men were turning a simple race into something dangerous, all for their

official from the club approached, clipboard in hand. "The race will begin

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

over and dismount. Sean's arm instantly

"Seven..." the official called.

ear, sending an unwelcome shiver

"If you're scared, you can

a scathing retort

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

is nothing," Tristan called

confusion, Sean remained motionless at the starting line,

silence stretched between us until

doing?" I finally demanded. "Are you trying to lose the

rumble against my back. "What, worried