The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 141

Chapter 141: Mr. Night Visited Your School?

Angels POV

I stood at the school entrance, watching Christopher guide the twins through the Inige wonden doors.

They looked so small next to his tall figure, with Arla bouncing exclledly as she told him about her upcoming art project while Ethan walked with his usual

measured steps.

A knot of discomfort tightened in my stomach. I had alrendy decline Christopher's advances the last time we spoke, yet here he was again, inserting himself into our daily routine.

He'd appeared at my door this morning, saying, "Didn't we agree you think about it? It's been days, I'm guessing you've made u

up your mind."

His persistence felt suffocating, but with my old secondhand car broken down, I'd reluctantly necepted his help for today.

As the twins disappeared inside, I felt a prickle at the back of my neck-that unmistakable sensation of being watched, I scanned the street until my eyes landed on it: the same black Bentley I'd noliced yesterday, now parked across the street in a different position.

Or perhaps, this is just another wealthy parent's car, I thought, trying to reassure myself. This is an exclusive private school after all. Luxury cars are common here.

Still, something about its presence felt deliberate, calculated.

Christopher emerged from the school, his expression warming as he approached

me.

"The children are

are safely inside," he said. "Aria made me promise to come see her art exhibition next week."

I smiled politely, though my attention remained divided. "Thank you for bringing us, I know you're busy," I said, then added deliberately. "I'm planning to buy a car tomorrow. That way, you won't need to take time out of your schedule to help with the children anymore."

Christopher fell silent for a moment, his expression clouding slightly "Have you chosen one already?"

"Yes, I've found one within my budget. I'll go see it tomorrow."

"Then I'll accompany you," he said, his tone leaving little room for argument.

I hesitated, then nodded. "All right. And when we go... I'll have something

to tell you." This would be my opportunity to formally decline

eyes drifted back to the Bentley, and this time Christopher

"Angela,"

nothing," I replied quickly, forcing my attention back to him. "You should head to the office. Blake Capital needs

slightly. "Are you sure you're alright? I can drive you

It's a short walk from here," I

he nodded. "Until later,

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141: Mr. Night Visited Your

deep breath and did something Impulsive—I walked directly

it impossible to see inside, I stopped

windret were linted nearly driver's side doar and, before

knocked again,

down, I tried to peer through the window, shading my eyes against the morning sun's glare. The tint was too

where none existed. Still, my instincts

my office, unaware of the movements inside the

window, pulling the curtains closed as the twins prepared for bed.

He called

curtain still

visited

your

school?"

chattering

green eyes," Ethan added from the doorway, more reserved but equally intrigued. "He said his children already attend our school."

Night: Hello.

question them further, my phone chimed with a

in the

stared at the message, my fingers

Mr. Night,

noticed with a jolt that the black Bentley was parked across

shadows.

Me: Mr. Night, have

ури

never responded about

Night: Yes.

you send

now? I need to return the money

Night Fine.