The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Chapter 136

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 136: Farewells and

Secrets

Angels NOW

I stood under the shower's sealding spray, letting the water i

My cheeks burned as unwanted memories flooded back-Sean's hand own body's betrayal. I squeezed an excessive amisnt of thower gel pink and raw,

on my body, his lips against my neck,

to my lonta, serubbing my skin with enough force

"Damn you. Sean Shaw." I muttered, pressing my forehead against the cont tile. "What ghe like that?"

1 reminded myself why I was really here for Elizabeths, in my own. Not to rekindle anything with Sean.

Yet my treacherous skin still remembered his tosich, prompting me

right to force yourself on i

the woman who had been more of nother to me than

even harder, as if I could wath away the memory itself

y hotel room. I'd dressed carefully in a warm cashmere sweater and cou

The morning air hit at my cheeks as I stepped out of my mentally preparing myself for the emotional day ahead.

My steps faltered when I spotted Sean leaning against the wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith bovering nervously beside him. Thomas immediately straightened when he saw me, his professional smile firmly in place.

"Good morning, Ms. Wilson," he greeted politely.

I forced myself to remain calm, pushing away memories of the airplane lavatory. "You're both here early." I observed, keeping my voice neutral.

"We wanted to ensure the schedule runs smoothly," Thomas explained. "Ms. Wilson, the temperature in town is quite low today. Perhaps you might need an additional layer?"

I couldn't help but notice that Sean was wearing only a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination not to care about his wellbeing after yesterday's incident, professional habit made me frown with concern.

said, pointedly not looking at Sean, rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer that he's dressed more lightly than I am, despite his medical

a

I countered before

sick man accompany you to a cemetery? Sean replied, his voice low and amused. "Let's go.

that I would no longer loss

with a simple nod.

only florist,

my gaze fixed on the unfamiliar

my profile. I deliberately avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on

pressed heavier on my chest with each

te. Three years. Elizabeth had been gone for

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of the

136: Farewells

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scalding spray, letting

filled the

flooded hack-Sean's hand on my body, his lips against my neck, and worst of all, my own body's betrayal. I squeezed

I muttered, pressing my forehand against the cool file. "What gives you the right to force yourself

like that?"

I was really here for Elizabeth, to pay

rekindle anything

had been more of a mother to me

still remembered his touch, prompting me to scrub even harder, as if

my hotel room'd dressed carefully in a warm cashmere sweater and coat, mentally preparing myself for

spotted Sean leaning against the wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith hovering

Ms. Wilson," he

of the airplane lavatory, "You're both here early," I observed, keeping

voice neutral.

schedule runs smoothly, Thomas explained. "Ms. Wilson, the temperature in town is quite low today. Perhaps you might need an

a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination not to

perhaps remind your

lips curled into a slight

still recovering," I countered before I

a cemetery?' Sean replied, his voice low and amused. “Let's go.

swallowed my concern, reminding myself that I

I once had. “Let's get moving then, I agreed with

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