The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Your Dress Is Wet

Angola POV

I was acutely aware of Thomas discreetly retreating to the front of cabin. My chooks burned with indignation and something else I refused to acknowledge.

Before I could respond, Sean's hand shot out, catching my wrist. In pulled me toward him. His lips covered mise, his tongue sweeping in

fluid motion, he placed a small white pill on my tongue and my mouth to reclaim

the pill.

"Mmph-you're insane! I struggled against him, but his grip somnirjid firm.

"Shh," he

he murmured against my lips. "This way mise of the medicines wastedd."

I felt the exact moment he recovered the pill, his tongue skillfully retrieving it before he pulled away and swallowed. The entire episode lasted seconds, but it left me breathless and furious.

Sean smirked, satisfaction evident in his expression.

1 turned away sharply, Teturning to my seat without another word.

My lips still tingled from Sean's unexpected kiss-that familiar sensation I'd spent five years trying to forget.

Settling into the plush leather seat, 1 pretended to close my eyes for rest, though sleep was the furthest thing

from my

mind.

could read me too well. He knew

dropped my hand. The taste of him lingered-a ghost from my past that refused to be exorcised. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm the rapid beating of

weakness.

of raising our children alone, of

voice broke through my

refusing to acknowledge him. If he thought that little performance

suddenly lurched, a violent movement that made my eyes nap open. The seatbelt sign illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake.

the speaker, strain evident in his professional tone, "we're experiencing

turbulence. Please return to your seats and ensure

for the belt, another violent shake sent the plane dropping. I gasped, my hands gripping the armrests as I felt myself lifting from the seat. In that moment of weightlessness and panic, Sean's arma shot out, pulling me against him with surprising

commanded, his voice low and steady in my ear as he secured me

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133: Your Dress

plane continued to shake Violently, my body pressed tightly against Sean's. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his muscles as

mude me feel safe.

to keep the tremor from my

turbulence, Sean replied, his breath warm against

obtained his pilot's license years ago-one of his many hobbies that he'd pursued with characteristic intensity. He

and I found myself instinctively pressing closer to him, soeking the security his body offered. His arm tightened around

despite everything between us, I lieved

the unexpected rough air. As the seatbelt sign dimmed, I immediately pulled away from Sean's

tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale blue fabric now clung to my skin, revealing far more than I'd ever intended

fabric adhering to my