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.

for his response, I walked past him

Christopher Blake now?" Sean

but

business," I replied, continuing

poise, "while it's unfortunate we couldn't ride together, I

but as I outlined my vision for Wilson Advisory Partners, his expression shifted. I could see him

my firm

Wilson. We can talk," he

Jessica. "Would you like to

head, her gaze drifting toward Sean. "No thanks. I'm not

an opportunity with a

of confusion-did Jessica not know about

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Don't You Dare

so captivated by Sean?

decision.

is quite long," Tristan noted. "Would you like to

horse, but

your horse," Sean's voice cut through the air like

call a car for

exhaled with quiet

***

seating arrangement turned into an

seat immediately.

seat to

When I refused to move, Sean

for the front

by Sean. I finally slid in, followed by

completing

Sean wasn't satisfied, repeatedly ordering Tristan

door until the

Tristan exploded. "What's your problem? I'm practically

Do you

be perfect,"

get out instead?" I suggested to

dropped dangerously. "If I leave, you're