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

second, taking

surprise in his expression, but then it was gone, replaced by that cool, collected mask he always

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

"No," I snapped,

in mock surrender, that damn smirk still playing on

alright. Just

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

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

me.

the lavatory door clicked open again. Angela emerged, her blouse buttoned up tight to her

composed, cold even, but I knew better. I'd felt her unraveling just moments ago-her body had given

the cabin, her stops clipped and deliberate,

resting my

I said, keeping my voice steady,

erase me from the room just

staring ahead like I was invisible. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, and it pissed off more than

it. When I'd kissed her, she'd kissed me back-at least for a moment, before the

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