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.

my God," Thomas whispered, panic evident in his voice. "The waiter isn't bringing her up here, is he? Mr. Shaw,

using Mr. Night's identity to disrupt her

strange about running into us here? Do you really

where she was supposed to meet him.

his coffee cup and took a large

Angela up the stairs and toward the

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Is She That Eager To Meet A

the table directly text to

reserved Table with

froze mid-sip. I maintained a neutral expression despite my surprise. Angela, who had already noticed us while ascending the stairs, stood

dawning comprehension, then unmistakable

with barely contained irritation, "but I've changed my

were

do have several

better," Angela

me a window

could finish, I rose from my chair and moved to stand beside her. She

Herb

stumbled. I reacted instantly, my arm circling her waist and pulling her against me. She collided with my

nervous to see me?" I asked, my

Angela pushed against me.

waist. The waiter, sensing the tension, took two

"Since

each other," I said smoothly, "why not join my table? No need to trouble yourself going

my arm still possessively

"Whos

my hold. "Let me go! And why

cold smile. “Angela, why don't you ask the waiter

find the answer

realizing that I had been here

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

Angela replied firmly. "I

"Even if it's with

I asked, the threat barely veiled

flashed. "Are you threatening

as a threat, then perhaps it

and withdraw your investment," she challenged. "See if

really think I

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