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.

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

into a slight

recovering." I countered before I

sick man accompany you to a cemetery? Sean replied, his voice low and amused. "Let's go. We shouldn t waste time-don't we need to

no longer loss over Sean as I once had. "Let's get

with a simple nod.

through the small town was quiet, oppressively so. After stopping at the town's only florist, where I carefully selected a bouquet

my gaze fixed on the unfamiliar scenery passing outside

avoided meeting his gaze, focusing instead on the memories

on my

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spray, letting the

steam filled the small hotel

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

pressing my forehand against the cool file. "What gives you the right to force

like that?"

reminded myself why I was really here for Elizabeth, to pay

rekindle anything

been more of a mother to

me to scrub

bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of my hotel room'd dressed

wall near the exit, with Thomas Smith hovering nervously beside him. Thomas immediately straightened when he saw

Wilson,"

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

voice neutral.

"Ms. Wilson, the temperature in town is quite low today. Perhaps

wearing only a thin shirt and light cashmere sweater. Despite my determination

said, pointedly not looking al Sean, "rather than worrying about me, perhaps remind your employer that he's dressed

curled into a slight smile. "I'm

I countered before I could stop

cemetery?' Sean replied, his voice low and

my concern, reminding myself that

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

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