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

gaze, heat rising to my

of a view at the riding club? Need

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

to Elizabeth's grave, aren't we? Are you

to travel, we can postpone," I offered,

necessary,"

led us to a waiting

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to take you to Vermont, Thomas explained as the driver loaded Sear's overnight bag into the

I thought we'd be taking

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

the car's plush leather backseat. This new development concerned me. A private jet meant hours alone with

Teterboro Airport, my phone rang. Christopher's name flashed no

going to Vermont? His voice was strained with barely

Elizabeth's hometown. I'll

him?" The emphasis on

may 1

have something important to

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

said quickly. "I'll just go straight to

do you always refuse my help?" The hurt in his voice was palpable. "Won't you even give me a

that,

with uncharacteristic firmness. "Let me

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

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

of understated luxury, Sean quickly gave Thomas a few instructions before settling into a seat by the window, pointedly

seat across from him. "Is Blake

I hit back my

"Elizabeth was important to me too. This has nothing

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

but remained silent. Any response would only give him

Thomas approached Sean with a small pill case. "Mr.

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