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.

"The waiter isn't bringing her

anxiety. "What now? She'll discover us! You're not really here to meet her-you're using Mr. Night's identity to disrupt her date with

What's strange about running into us

where she was supposed to meet

and took a large gulp,

toward the private area

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the table directly

is your reserved Table with Mr. Night, the waller

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

gave way to dawning comprehension, then unmistakable disgust

barely contained irritation, "but I've changed

inquired whether there were any available tables

do have several open tables," the waiter

would be better,"

a window

my chair and moved

Herb

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 softness of

me?" I asked, my voice

Angela pushed against

waist. The

"Since

smoothly, "why not join my table? No need

table, my arm still possessively around

"Whos

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

smile. “Angela, why don't you ask

find the answer

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 into each other, why not join

thank you," Angela replied firmly. "I

"Even if it's with

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

flashed. "Are

a threat, then perhaps it

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

really think I

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