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,

his expression, but then it was gone, replaced by that

in that tiny bathroom. He leaned back in his seat, 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 teasing. He stood and stepped closer, eyeing the patches on my shirt. "Looks like

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

mock surrender, that

Just trying to

made my blood simmer. He didn't say anything else-didn't need to The way he chuckled under his breath told me he'd already figured out more than I wanted him

own seat and staring out at the dark sky beyond the window,

me.

clicked open again. Angela emerged, her blouse buttoned up tight to her throat, her hair smoothed

moments ago-her body had given her away, no matter how much she

the cabin, her stops

forward, resting my elbows

till we land," I said, keeping

erase me from the room

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

in there, I thought, my mind replaying every second of it. When I'd kissed

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