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.

eyes narrowing when

heat rising to my

get enough of

though my face betrayed me with

shirt with deliberate slowness. "We're going to Elizabeth's grave, aren't we? Are you planning to stand there watching me dress, or shall we get

I offered, noting the slight pallor beneath his tan. I can wait

necessary," he replied

led us to a

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take you to Vermont,

Jet? I thought we'd be taking

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

I replied, sliding into the car's plush leather backseat. This new development concerned me. A private jet meant hours alone with Sean in a confined space-precisely

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

Vermont? His voice was strained with barely contained

To Elizabeth's hometown.

on the last word was

"Angela, may 1 ask

important to

voice softened slightly. "Alright. Be careful. I'll pick you up when

not necessary," I said quickly. "I'll just go

in his voice was palpable. "Won't you even give me a chance

not that,

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

call ended abruptly-the first time Christopher had ever hung up on me, I stared at my phone, momentarily stunned by this departure

expression darkening. His jaw tightened visibly before he turned away,

leather, and polished chrome created an atmosphere of understated luxury, Sean quickly gave

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

I hit back my

me too. This has nothing

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

remained silent.

approached Sean with a small pill case. "Mr.

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