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.

his voice. "The waiter isn't bringing her up

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

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

We're not sitting at the table where she was supposed to meet him.

and took a large

and toward the private area where

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Eager To Meet A Strange

the table directly text

this is your reserved Table

I maintained a neutral expression despite my surprise. Angela, who had already noticed us

way to dawning comprehension, then unmistakable

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

there were any available

do have several open tables," the waiter

would be better," Angela nodded.

me a window

finish, I rose from my chair and moved to stand

Herb

her against me. She collided with my chest, and

nervous to see me?" I

against me. "Let go of

arm firmly around her waist.

"Since

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

my arm still

"Whos

me go! And why are you even here? What are you trying to

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

find the answer

I had been here before

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

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

"Even if it's with

asked, the

"Are you threatening

a threat,

ahead and withdraw your investment," she challenged.

really think

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