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

of a view at the riding

flatter yourself," I snapped, though my face betrayed me with unwanted

shirt with deliberate slowness. "We're going to Elizabeth's grave, aren't we? Are

you're not feeling well enough to travel, we can postpone," I offered, noting the slight pallor beneath his

necessary," he

Thomas led us to a waiting black

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Place The Pill On My Tongue A Kiss

fis his private jet to take you to Vermont, Thomas explained as the driver loaded Sear's overnight bag

thought

to Elizabeth's hometown, Sean said coldly. "Unless you plan

me. A private jet meant hours alone with Sean in a confined space-precisely

rang. Christopher's name flashed

Vermont? His voice was

confirmed. To Elizabeth's

emphasis on the last word

"Angela, may 1 ask

something important to take

careful. I'll pick you up

quickly. "I'll just go straight to

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

not that,

up," he interrupted with uncharacteristic firmness. "Let

up on me, I stared at my phone, momentarily

up to find Sean watching me, his expression darkening. His jaw tightened visibly before he turned

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

he commented as I took a seat across from him. "Is Blake upset you didn't

I hit back my

important to me too.

and bitter, "Of course. That's why you need me to take you to her

flush but remained silent. Any response would only give

Sean with a small pill case.

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The Pill