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,

not really here to meet her-you're using Mr. Night's identity to disrupt her date with Christopher Blake. If

you 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 Mr.

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

a large gulp, trying

toward the private area where we were

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That Eager To

table directly text to

is your reserved Table with Mr.

despite my surprise. Angela, who had already

as confusion gave way to dawning comprehension, then unmistakable disgust

contained irritation, "but I've changed

inquired whether there were

several open tables," the waiter

better,"

me a

chair and moved to stand beside her. She instinctively stepped

Herb

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

I asked, my voice low and

pushed against me.

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

"Since

smoothly, "why not join my table? No need to

table, my arm still possessively around her

"Whos

struggled against my hold. "Let me go! And why are you even here? What are you

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

might find the

suddenly realizing that I had been

It's already late afternoon and you're just having lunch now? Well, since we've run into each other,

thank you," Angela replied firmly. "I won't be dining with

"Even if it's with

investor?" I asked, the

eyes flashed. "Are you threatening

you see it as a threat, then perhaps it

withdraw your investment," she

really think I

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