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.

everything, he could read me

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 rapid

weakness.

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

rest, Sean's voice broke through my

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

my eyes nap open. The seatbelt sign illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only then did I realize I

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

seats and ensure your Seatbelts are securely

sent the plane dropping. I gasped, my hands gripping the armrests as I felt myself

in my ear

1/3

Your

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

replied, his breath warm against my temple. "Nothing the plane can't handle.

of his many hobbies that he'd pursued with

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

murmured, and despite everything between us, I lieved

the pilot's voice returned, apologizing for the unexpected rough air. As the seatbelt sign dimmed, I

of water that had been resting on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale blue fabric

eyes fixed on me, or more specifically, on the now- transparent fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze was dark and heated,