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."

belongings with hasty movements. "Ms. Jordan appears to have private matters to discuss with you, Mr. Shaw. I'll take my leave." He practically ran

I muttered as it closed

She approached me, every step calculated. "Have you eaten? I could arrange for

I cut

She stopped mid-step.

feeling nothing as I spoke, "stop wasting

this performance before. I care about you," she whispered. "Someday you'll see that no one

through my hair, suddenly exhausted by this familiar routine. "I made ayself clear five years agn. I respect you

cheek. "Five years ago, everything was different. Everything

mention of Angela's name. "It's getting late. You

"No," Christina responded, suddenly

won't leave I

like

this."

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Chapter 122: Her Scent

Thomas arrange a cay for

my waist and

and pressing her

react, she closed the distance between

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

is that scent?" she asked, her voice dangerously

showed her away harder than I intended, watching her

not mine, and it's not the type of fragrance women wear

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