The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 124

Chapter 122

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 122: Her Scent

Sean POW

I stepped into my Park Avenue penthouse, my mood darker than the vening sky outside. The ride from the equestrian club had done nothing to calm the storm inside me.

The sight that greeted me only made it my new assistant,

• Christina Jordan, perfed on my sofa like the belonged there, chatting with Thoma,

Christina rose gracefully, her red hair catching the light as she offer me that practiced smile I'd grown to resent. "Sean, you're finally home, I've been waiting for nearly two hours."

How did you get in here?" I asked coldly, my eyes shifting to Thomas, who immediately looked away, suddenly fascinated by whatever was on his tablet.

"Don't blame poor Thonus," Curistina said, ber voice silky. "I insisted he let me in."

"Insisted?"

Thomas cleared his throat nervously. "Ms. Jordan said if I didn't allow her upstairs, she would... create a scene in the lobby." He adjusted his tie, visibly uncomfortable. "I made a judgment call, sir."

I couldn't help the cold smile that formed on my lips. "Threatening to make a scene? When did you become so irrational, Christina?"

Something flickered across her perfect features-hurt, perhaps–before she composed herself again. "I needed to see you," she explained, smoothing her dress. "You haven't returned my calls in days."

appears to have private matters to discuss

muttered as it closed

sighed with visible relief. "At least only Thomas witnessed my moment of desperation." She approached me, every step

I cut

She stopped mid-step.

I continued, feeling nothing as I spoke, "stop wasting your time on

noted cynically. I'd seen this performance before. I care about you," she whispered. "Someday you'll

a hand through my hair, suddenly exhausted by this familiar routine. "I made ayself clear five years agn. I respect you as my life-saver, but that's all. No matter how long you wait, nothing will change. Do you

her cheek. "Five years ago, everything was different. Everything was perfect until she left. Why

name. "It's getting late. You

"No," Christina responded, suddenly

won't leave I

like

this."

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Chapter 122: Her Scent

have Thomas arrange a cay for

my waist and

and pressing her

she closed the

stiffen against me. She pulled back slightly, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled. Her eyes widened with recognition, then narrowed with

that scent?" she asked, her

harder than I intended,

her face pale with shock. "That perfume, the persisted. "Lily of the valley. It's not mine, and it's not the type of fragrance women wear to clubs or parties."

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