The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 140

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.

Sean, rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer that he's dressed more lightly than

a slight

I countered before I could stop

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

no longer loss over Sean as I once

with a simple nod.

the town's only florist, where I carefully selected a bouquet of white lilies-Elizabeth's favorites-we continued toward the cemetery in

kept my gaze fixed on the unfamiliar

occasionally landing on my profile. I deliberately avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on the memories of Elizabeth that

on my chest with

Elizabeth had been gone for

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136: Farewells and

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mod under the shower's scalding spray, letting the

the small

my body, his lips against my neck, and worst of all, my own body's betrayal. I squeezed an excessive amount of shower gel to my loofs, scrubbing my skin with enough

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

like that?"

why I was really here

anything with

who had been more of a mother to

touch, prompting me to scrub even harder, as if I could wash

at my cheeks as I stepped out of my hotel room'd dressed carefully in a warm cashmere sweater and coat, mentally preparing

steps faltered when I spotted Sean leaning against the wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith hovering nervously beside him. Thomas immediately straightened when he

morning, Ms. Wilson," he greeted

calm, pushing away memories of the airplane lavatory, "You're both here early,"

voice neutral.

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

only a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination not to care about his wellbeing

al Sean, "rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer

lips curled into a slight

countered before I could

a cemetery?' Sean replied, his voice low and

that I would no longer fuss

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

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