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

be my opportunity to formally decline his pursuit, once and for

eyes drifted back to the Bentley, and this time Christopher notice, following

"Angela,"

him. "You should head to the office. Blake Capital needs

sure you're alright? I can drive you to the

short walk from here," I

he nodded. "Until later,

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141: Mr. Night Visited Your

breath and did something Impulsive—I walked

impossible to see inside, I stopped beside the

before I could lose my nerve, rapped my knul Bes

again,

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

frustrated. Perhaps I was being paranoid-seeing threats where none

my office, unaware of the movements inside the car as

as the twins prepared for bed. Aria was still about her day, particularly excited about a visitor who had come to

our videos! He called himself Mr.

curtain still

visited

your

school?"

chattering

very tall with green eyes," Ethan added from the doorway, more reserved but equally intrigued.

Night: Hello.

question them further, my phone chimed

in

the message, my fingers suddenly unsteady as I typed a

Mr. Night, good

window, I noticed with a jolt that

shadows.

Me: Mr. Night, have

ури

never responded about the bank

Night: Yes.

you

I need to return

Night Fine.