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 when they met

heat rising to my cheeks despite my best efforts.

enough of

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

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

can postpone," I offered, noting the slight pallor beneath his

be necessary," he replied

led us to a waiting

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

stopped short. "Private Jet? I thought

coldly. "Unless you plan to waste an entire

me. A private jet meant hours alone with Sean

phone rang. Christopher's

His voice was strained with barely

Elizabeth's

The emphasis on the last

may

to

careful. I'll pick you

necessary," I said quickly. "I'll just go straight to the

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

that,

up," he interrupted with uncharacteristic firmness.

me, I stared at

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

polished chrome created an atmosphere of understated luxury, Sean quickly

a seat across from him. "Is Blake upset

I hit back my

too. This has nothing to do with

That's why you need me to take you to

silent. Any response

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

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