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.

green eyes narrowing when they met

heat rising to my cheeks despite my best efforts. "You're... you're

"What, didn't get enough of a view

I snapped, though my face betrayed me with unwanted warmth. “You were late. I thought something might have

aren't we? Are

not feeling well enough to travel, we can postpone," I offered, noting the slight pallor beneath his tan. I can wait a

be necessary," he replied

to a waiting black

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arthinged fis his private jet to take you to Vermont,

Jet? I thought we'd be

no direct flights to Elizabeth's hometown, Sean said coldly. "Unless you plan to waste an entire day

concerned me. A private jet

Airport, my phone rang. Christopher's

Vermont? His voice was strained with barely contained

confirmed. To Elizabeth's hometown.

emphasis on the last word

may

important to

"Alright. Be careful. I'll pick you up

quickly. "I'll just go

my help?" The hurt in his voice was palpable. "Won't you

that,

pick you up," he interrupted with uncharacteristic firmness. "Let me know when

had ever hung up on me, I stared at my phone, momentarily stunned by

darkening. His jaw tightened visibly

interior of Sean's Gulfstream G650 took my breath 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

he commented as I took a seat across from him. "Is Blake upset you

I hit back my

was important to me too.

"Of course. That's why you need me to take you to her grave, not

but remained silent.

Thomas approached Sean with a small pill case. "Mr. Shaw, it's time for

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