The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 143

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 143: Is She That Eager To Mee A Strange Man?

"Ms. Wilson has arrived! Thomas suddenly exclaimed, pointing towed the entrance.

"Lower your voler," I hissed, pulling him back. "Don 1 let her see

Thomas Immediately covered his mouth with his hand and hunched down, his eyes still prering anxiously over the railing. I glanced at my watch-still thirty minutes before our scheduled meeting timi

My breath caught as I observed Angela more carefully. She had dressed with particular care today-a tailored navy dress that accentuated her figure, hair styled in loose waves that framed her face, makeup applied with subtle precision.

Her lipstick was a vibrant shade that made her lips look irresistibly Essable, drawing attention to their moist fullness.

She looked elegant yet undeniably sensual.

I felt something shift inside me-admiration quickly giving way to a burning jealousy, then to cold anger.

Why is she here so early? Is she that eager to meet a strange man?

And why would she dress so beautifully for a stranger? She

the never

put in this

this much effort when meeting me...

My fist clenched involuntarily. After a moment, I consciously relaxed my fingers, reminding myself, Calm down. The stranger she's meeting is "Mr. Night-which is

me.

Angela entered with confident grace, her designer handbag complementing her polished appearance. The uniformed waiter immediately approached her.

"Ms. Wilson, good afternoon," he greeted with practiced professionalism.

"Hello,” she replied. "I have a reservation with Mr. Night."

The waiter nodded and began guiding her through the restaurant. I watched with growing confusion as he led her not toward the window tables but in the opposite direction-toward the staircase leading to our private level.

happening?" I muttered. "Did the waiter misunderstand, or is there a problem with the reservation?"

The waiter continued leading Angela toward the stairs that would bring her directly to our section.

God," Thomas whispered, panic evident in his voice. "The waiter isn't bringing

here to meet her-you're using Mr. Night's identity to disrupt her date with Christopher Blake.

panicking?" I replied calmly. "Take a breath. She's merely coming upstairs. What's strange about running into us here? Do you really think she'd connect me to

to collect himself. "You're right. We're not sitting at the table where she was

cup and took a large

the stairs and toward the private

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Eager To

the table directly text

reserved Table with Mr. Night, the

a neutral expression despite my surprise. Angela, who had already noticed us while ascending the stairs, stood perfectly at her expression

to dawning comprehension, then unmistakable disgust

the waiter, her voice crisp with barely contained irritation, "but I've changed my

whether there were any

we do have several open tables," the

be better,"

me a window

my chair and moved to stand

Herb

reacted instantly, my arm circling her waist and pulling her against me. She collided with my chest, and I breathed in the familiar scent

nervous to see me?" I asked, my voice low

steady, Angela pushed against me. "Let

remained immovable, my arm firmly around her waist. The waiter,

"Since

smoothly, "why not join my table? No

my table, my

"Whos

want to sit with you?" Angela struggled against my hold. "Let me go! And why are you even here? What are you trying to do? Are you

smile. “Angela, why don't

might find the answer

I had been

here for lunch too? It's already late afternoon and

replied firmly. "I won't be dining with

"Even if it's with

Advisory Partners' main investor?" I asked, the threat barely veiled in

flashed. "Are you threatening

it as a threat, then perhaps

investment," she challenged.

really think

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