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.

of his lips. Even now, after everything, he could read me too well. He knew exactly how that kiss had affected me, how my body had instinctively responded to his touch despite

dropped my hand. The taste of him lingered-a ghost from my past that

weakness.

should have been enough to forget. Five years of building a new life, of raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around my heart. Yet one impulsive moment

rest, Sean's voice broke through my thoughts. It's still

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

urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only then did

the speaker, strain evident

seats and ensure your

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

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

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shake Violently, my body pressed tightly against Sean's. I could feel the rapid rise and

mude me feel safe.

normal?" I asked, unable to keep the tremor from my

Sean replied, his breath warm against my temple. "Nothing the

that Sean had obtained his pilot's license years ago-one of his many hobbies that he'd pursued with characteristic

his body offered. His arm tightened around me protectively, and I could feel his heart

got you," he murmured, and despite

air. As the seatbelt sign dimmed, I immediately pulled

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

fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze was dark and heated, traveling