The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 132

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 132: I Used To Place The Pill On My Tongue And Kiss You

Angela Pov

I arrived at Sean's hotel a few minutes early, settling into one of the plush chairs in the lobby's waiting area. My phone showed 2:57 PM-three minutes before our agreed time. I hadn't bothered with luggage; this was a day trip at most. I'd be hack in New York by

Tomorrow alternoon.

The twins were

re with Olivia. Despite our recent tension over Son, sud agreed immediately when

I called asking for help.

"Of course I'll watch them," she'd said, her voice softening when I ntioned visiting Elizabeth's grave. "Take whatever time you need."

Two minutes passed. Then live. At 3:08, I texted Thomas: "Are you coming down soon?"

Three minutes later, my phone lit up with his response: “Ms. Wilson, we might need a little more time."

My mind immediately jumped to the worst scenarios. Was Sean having another episode? Had his condition worsened? Setting my jaw, 1 stood and headed for the elevators.

When I reached the dear of Sean's suite, I pressed the bell and waited. The silence stretched before Thomas finally opened the door, his surprised expression telling me everything I needed to know,

Ms. Wilson! Why did you come up?" he stammered, blocking the entrance.

I fixed him with a look that brooked no argument. Thomas's eyes darted

nervously as he insisted nothing was wrong, but years of dealing with Sean's staff had taught me to recognize evasion. Without waiting for further explanation, I stepped past him into the

suite.

Ms. Wilson,

please wait!" Thomas called after me, his footsteps hurting behind me as I strode toward the master bedroom.

Worry tightened my chest. Had Sean collapsed again? Was he coughing up blood? I quickened my pace, reaching for the bedroom door.

As I pushed it open, my breath caught. Sean stood by the bed, shirtles, his fingers working at the buttons of a fresh dress shirt. The lean muscles of his torso-that familiar expanse of tanned skin-momentarily stopped me in my tracks.

looked up, green eyes narrowing

averted my gaze, heat rising to my cheeks

smile curved his lips. "What, didn't get enough of a view at

me with unwanted warmth. “You were late.

aren't we? Are you planning to stand there watching

I offered, noting

won't be necessary," he

us to a waiting black

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take you to Vermont, Thomas explained

stopped short. "Private Jet? I thought we'd be taking a commercial

Sean said coldly. "Unless

A private jet meant hours

Airport, my phone rang. Christopher's name

going to Vermont? His voice was strained with barely

To Elizabeth's hometown.

emphasis on

may

important to

voice softened slightly. "Alright. Be careful. I'll

quickly. "I'll just go straight

do you always refuse my help?" The hurt in his voice

not that,

interrupted with uncharacteristic firmness. "Let

first time Christopher had ever hung up on me, I stared at my phone, momentarily stunned by this departure from his usually impeccable

find Sean watching me, his expression darkening. His jaw tightened visibly before

away despite myself. Gleaming mahogany, buttery leather, and polished chrome created an atmosphere of understated luxury, Sean quickly gave Thomas a few instructions before settling into a seat by the window, pointedly looking away from

torn," he commented as I took a seat across

I hit back my

me too. This

you need me to take you to her

felt my face flush but remained silent. Any response would

approached Sean with a small

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