The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Wash Me Off Her Skin-1

Sean INV

I stepped out of the lavatory, the faint hum of the jet's engines buzzing in my ears like a

swarm of

angry

My shit ching to my chest, damp and wrinkled from where Angela d pressed herself against me whether she'd meant to or not.

i van a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through me, the memory of her trembling under my touch. the way her breath had hitched despite all her protests,

My cheek stung where she'd slapped me, a sharp reminder of how test things had spiraled out of control.

As I moved back into the cabin, Thomas glanced up from his disheveled state- shirt untucked, collar askew, halt a mess,

the window. His eyes widened for a sp

split second, taking in

flicket of surprise in his expression, but then it was

folding his arms, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "You alright, Sean?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with something

glare, my jaw tightening. "No," I snapped, sharper than meant

in mock surrender, that damn smirk still

alright. Just trying

that made my blood simmer. He didn't say anything else-didn't need to The way he chuckled under

away, dropping into my own seat and staring out at the dark sky beyond the window, trying to shove down the tangle of

me.

buttoned up tight to her throat, her hair smoothed back into place like nothing

I'd felt her unraveling just moments ago-her body had given her away, no matter how much

her stops

my elbows on my

hour till we land," I said, keeping my voice

me from

glance my way. Just sat down across the aisle, her back ramrod straight, staring ahead

reacted to me in there, I thought, my mind replaying every second of it. When I'd kissed her, she'd kissed me back-at least for a moment, before

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