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.

the slight curve of his lips. Even now, after everything, he could read me

from my past that refused to be exorcised. I focused

weakness.

raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around my heart. Yet one impulsive moment

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

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

seatbelt sign illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only then did I realize I hadn't fastened my seatbelt after returning

gentlemen," the pilot's voice came through the speaker,

your seats and ensure

I felt

his voice low and steady in my ear

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body pressed tightly against Sean's. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tension in

mude me feel safe.

unable to keep the

warm against

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

him, soeking the security his body offered. His arm tightened around me protectively, and I

you," he murmured, and despite

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

turbulence, a glass of water that had been resting on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my

specifically, on the now- transparent fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze was dark and heated, traveling slowly across my body