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,

eaten lunch," he informed me. I told her you

say?" I

the screen:

brief response, feeling my shoulders slump. After a mement's hesitation, I dictated

came

the time Angela arrived

did it take you

she countered evenly. "Does

cook," I insisted. "Just coming by would

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Purpose Behind

to eat before the food cooled. After I finished, she left will

punctually each morning and evening with carefully prepared meals

found myself increasingly

the food abways nitive at the same times, prepared with evident skill-yet she seemed to avoid

water smiles and friendlier chatter than Angela ever did. The contradiction gnawed at me. Why would she dedicate so much effort visiting me every day, only to treat our interactions with such cold

was as though she was merely fulfilling an obligation, checking

life with.

accepted the breakfast-a hearty vegetable

t immediately begin eating.

do you keep bringing me food?" I

Angela didn't answer.

"Why do you c

recovery?" I tried

she replied

repeated my question.

"It's a transaction."

stared at her,

for her. By bringing you meals and helping with your recovery,

carefully prepared meals, the consistent visits-none of it had been about concern for me. All this time, I'd been nothing

deeper than I could have anticipated. My chest tightened with a pain that had nothing to

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