The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Don't You Dare Let Her On Your Horse

Angela POV

"Do you plan to keep holding me like this?"

Sean's movements froze. After a moment that stretched too long, he finally loosened his grip.

"Fine. Let's get the flag first," he replied, his voice carefully controlled.

Sean dismounted with practiced ease, landing gracefully on the rocky terrain. He extended his hand toward me, clearly expecting to help me down. I deliberately ignored his offering, awkwardly sliding off the powerful stallion on my own. The effort left me slightly unsteady, but I'd rather stumble than accept his assistance.

Sean's eyes narrowed dangerously at my rejection. I strode directly toward the red flag, purposely ignoring the beautifully wrapped gift box sitting beside it.

"Damn it, Shaw, you crafty bastard!" Tristan Lawrence called out as he approached on horseback. "You got here before me."

Jessica, clinging behind him, looked deathly pale. When Tristan turned to berate her for not suggesting the shortcut, she could only respond with a nauseated sound.

"Ms. Wilson," Tristan began, climbing down from his horse, "about that investment proposition-"

Sean stepped forward, blocking his path. "I believe we had a wager, Lawrence," he reminded him coldly. "If I won, you stay away from her. Completely."

"Come on, Shaw," Tristan attempted to negotiate, "surely we can make an exception for business matters?"

Sean's emerald eyes flashed dangerously. The barely contained fury was evident in the rigid set of his jaw and the way his knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists.

Tristan glanced between us, clearly sensing the tension crackling in the air. "Alright, alright. I won't speak to her for now. I admit defeat. Happy?"

I prepared to follow Tristan. This entire excursion had been about securing Lawrence Capital's investment for my company. As I passed Sean, he quickly captured my wrist.

"Did I say you could leave?" he asked, his voice low.

I looked down at his hand, then back to his face. Inch by deliberate inch, I freed myself from his grip, my movements elegant but resolute.

"Five years, Sean," I said, giving his hand a final push away. "What makes you think you still have any claim on me? That you can touch me whenever you want?

In the future, please show basic respect, or I'll consider your behavior harassment."

Sean's pupils dilated slightly, his breathing becoming dangerously rapid.

"Do you understand?" I pressed, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.

I walked past

Christopher Blake now?"

but I

none of your business," I replied, continuing to walk away, my back perfectly

couldn't ride together, I hope you might spare some time to discuss

seemed ready to decline, but as I outlined my vision for Wilson Advisory Partners, his expression shifted. I could see him reconsidering as I presented the

firm

well, Ms. Wilson. We

to Jessica. "Would you like

drifting toward Sean. "No thanks. I'm

pass up an opportunity with a man you're

of confusion-did Jessica

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119: Don't You Dare

so

decision.

Tristan noted. "Would

on a horse, but

you dare let her on your horse," Sean's voice cut through the air like a

I should call a car for

with

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an absurd power play.

seat immediately.

passenger seat

Sean threatened

volunteered for the

first but was harshly rebuffed by Sean. I finally slid

Sean completing our

satisfied, repeatedly ordering Tristan to move

door until the poor man finally

God's sake, Shaw!" Tristan exploded. "What's your problem? I'm practically

door! Do you want me

would be perfect," Sean replied

don't you get out instead?" I suggested

dangerously. "If I leave, you're coming