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.

slight curve of his lips. Even now, after everything, he could read me too well. He

caught myself and quickly 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

weakness.

raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around my heart. Yet one impulsive moment on his private jet, and those

Sean's voice broke through my thoughts. It's still a few hours

my eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge him. If he thought that little performance had changed anything between

illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only

through the speaker, strain evident

turbulence. Please return to your seats and ensure your Seatbelts are

reach 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

in my ear as he

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Your Dress Is

feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest,

mude me feel safe.

normal?" I asked, unable to keep

warm against my temple.

Sean had obtained his pilot's license years ago-one of his many

I found myself instinctively pressing closer to him, soeking the security his body offered. His arm tightened around me protectively, and I could feel his heart racing beneath

he murmured, and despite everything

As the seatbelt sign dimmed, I immediately pulled away from Sean's embrace, flustered by our

on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale blue fabric now

looked up to find his eyes fixed on me, or more specifically, on the now- transparent fabric adhering