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 her up here, is he? Mr. Shaw, what do

not really here to meet her-you're using Mr. Night's identity to

She's merely coming upstairs. What's strange about running into us here? Do you really

where

coffee cup and took a large gulp,

and toward the private area where we were seated. To my

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Is She That Eager

table directly

Table

mid-sip. I maintained a neutral expression despite my surprise. Angela, who had already

to dawning

barely contained irritation, "but I've changed my mind about this location. Could

were any available tables

several open tables,"

better," Angela nodded. "Please

me a

finish, I rose from my chair and moved

Herb

She collided with my chest, and I breathed in the familiar scent of

I asked, my

pushed against me. "Let go

immovable, my arm firmly around her waist. The waiter, sensing the tension, took

"Since

other," I said smoothly, "why not join my table? No

toward my table, my

"Whos

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

gave her a cold smile. “Angela, why don't you ask the waiter when we

might find

realizing that I had been

ease the tension. "Ms. Wilson, what a coincidence! You're here for lunch too? It's already late afternoon and you're

firmly. "I won't

"Even if it's with

asked,

flashed. "Are you

as a threat, then perhaps

your investment," she challenged. "See if

really think

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