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.

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

She's merely coming upstairs. What's strange about running into us here? Do you really think she'd connect me to Mr.

where she was

his coffee cup and took a large

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

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Eager To Meet A Strange

the table directly

Table with Mr. Night, the waller

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

to dawning comprehension, then unmistakable

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

were any available tables

have several open tables," the

be better," Angela nodded. "Please

a window

and moved to stand beside her.

Herb

her waist and pulling her against me. She collided with my

nervous to see me?" I asked,

against me.

around her waist. The waiter, sensing the tension, took

"Since

"why not join my table? No need to

my table, my arm still possessively around her

"Whos

hold. "Let me go! And why are you

“Angela, why don't

might find the

paused, suddenly realizing that I

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

Angela replied firmly. "I won't be dining

"Even if it's with

I asked,

flashed. "Are you threatening

a threat, then perhaps it

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

really think I

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