The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 131

Chapter 131: The Purpose Behind Her Care

Sean POV

I woke early, sitting upright in my hospital bed despite the dull achen my stomach. Thomas kept giving me concerned glances from the corner of the room, but I refused to lie hack dowen.

"Mr. Shaw, it's barely seven, Thomas said, adjusting his glasses neusly. Ms. Wilson won't be here this early. You barely slept last night. Perhaps you should rest a bit longer? I could wait by the dog and alert you when she arrives."

"You're too loud, I muttered, keeping my eyes fixed on the door,

As minutes stretched into hours, I felt my mood darkening. What if he didn't comer Thomas finally offered to check the hospital entrance, but just as he reached for the door, Angela appeared,

thermal container.

The rich aroma of cream and mushrooms filled the room as she removed the lid, revealing a perfectly prepared cream of mushroom

soup.

"You made this yourself?" I asked, taking the bowl she offered.

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Who else would have?"

While I ate, Angela conversed quietly with Thomas about my condition. The doctor recommends a strict diet regimen even after discharge." Thomas explained. "No alcohol whatsoever, and regular meals are essential."

Angela nodded, her expression professional and detached.

After I finished eating, I watched in dismay as she immediately began gathering her things.

"You're leaving already?" I couldn't mask my disappointment.

"I have work," she replied coolly. "Rest well and make sure you eat lunch." She turned to Thomas with a warning: "If he refuses to

eat, let me know. I won't come this evening if he doesn't."

At noon, I watched Thomas read a message on his phone and smile,

lunch," he informed me. I told her you

say?" I

showed me the

slump. After a mement's hesitation, I dictated my own message to Thomas: "I ate lunch. When will you

reply came swiftly: "After

time Angela arrived

it take you so long to get

not take time?" she countered evenly. "Does preparing food not take

insisted.

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remained impassive. “You think I want to?" she replied, offering no further explanation before urging me to eat before the

the pallen continued. Angela arrived punctually each morning and evening with carefully prepared meals -French onion soup, bisque, consommé-that

increasingly bewildered by

abways nitive at the same times, prepared with evident skill-yet she seemed to avoid any real conversation or eye

nurse who checked my vitals twice daily offered water smiles and friendlier chatter than Angela ever did. The contradiction gnawed at

fulfilling an obligation, checking tens off a list rather than visiting

life with.

fourth morning I accepted the breakfast-a hearty vegetable

t immediately begin eating.

you keep bringing me food?" I asked

Angela didn't answer.

"Why do you c

about my recovery?" I tried

she

I repeated my question. This time, Angela

"It's a transaction."

at

Elizabeth's grave," she explained, her voice steady. "I need to lay flowers for her. By bringing you meals and helping with your recovery, 1 eam the right to have you take me there.

meals, the consistent visits-none of it had been about concern for me. All this time,

chest tightened with a pain that had nothing to do with my ulcers. I'd allowed myself to believe, even briefly, that her presence meant

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