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

Christopher Blake now?"

but

I replied, continuing to walk away,

couldn't ride together, I hope you might spare

as I outlined my vision for Wilson Advisory Partners, his

my firm could

well, Ms. Wilson. We can talk,"

"Would you

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

with

felt a flicker of confusion-did Jessica not know about Sean's

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119: Don't You Dare

were all these women so captivated by Sean? Still, I

decision.

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

thought of getting back on a horse, but considering the investment opportunity at stake, I

Sean's voice cut

car for us," Tristan

exhaled with

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turned into an absurd power play. Sean claimed the

seat immediately.

front passenger seat

move, Sean threatened to prevent the car

for the

the back first but was harshly rebuffed by

Sean completing our uncomfortable

then, Sean wasn't satisfied, repeatedly ordering

the poor man

Shaw!" Tristan exploded. "What's your problem?

the door! Do you want me to

be perfect," Sean replied

get out instead?" I suggested

you sure?" His voice dropped dangerously.