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

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

the Bentley, and this time

"Angela,"

I replied quickly, forcing my attention back to him. "You should

narrowed slightly. "Are you sure you're

walk from here," I insisted. "We'll talk

he

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Night Visited Your

took a deep breath

making it impossible to see inside, I stopped beside the My

nearly driver's side doar and, before I could lose my nerve, rapped

again, harder

against the morning sun's glare. The tint was too dark, revealing nothing but shadowy outlines that might have

where none existed. Still, my instincts rarely led me

beaded toward my office, unaware of the movements inside

stood by my bedroom window, pulling the curtains closed as the twins prepared for bed. Aria

videos! He called

still in hand. "Mr.

visited

your

school?"

chattering

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

Night: Hello.

could question them

visible in

message, my fingers suddenly unsteady as I typed

Mr. Night,

that

shadows.

Me: Mr. Night, have

ури

You never responded about the bank account

Night: Yes.

you

number now? I need to return

Night Fine.