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

his temper rising. I'd witnessed

storm.

my wager: if I win, you stay

Completely."

up in surprise. "Good God, Shaw,

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are we betting or

who was perched nervously behind him. "What do

his jacket tightly. "I think

into something dangerous, all for their egos. And somehow, I'd become the prize in their

club approached, clipboard in hand.

the first rider to retrieve the red flag at the summit wins. There's

swing my leg over and dismount. Sean's arm instantly tightened around my waist,

"Seven..." the official called.

my ear, sending an unwelcome

scared, you can

formulating a scathing retort when the official shouted,

forward immediately, with Jessica releasing a terrified squeal. "Mr. Lawrence,

is nothing," Tristan called back. "Winning

confusion, Sean remained motionless at

disappearing form. The silence stretched between us

I finally demanded. "Are you trying to

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