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."

brave enough to

against my back, recognizing the signs of his temper rising.

storm.

if I

Completely."

eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Good God, Shaw, that's

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are we betting or not?" Sean

him. "What do you

tightly. "I think safety

agreed with Jessica's assessment. These men were turning a simple race into something

from the club approached, clipboard in

a reminder, the first rider to retrieve the red flag at the summit wins. There's also a special prize from the club waiting

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

"Seven..." the official called.

lips brushed against my ear, sending an

you can turn and hold

formulating a scathing retort

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

Tristan called back.

at the starting line, making

silence stretched between us

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

"What, worried you'll have to go back