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,

eyes widened with 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 Christopher Blake. If she sees you now, won't your identity

are 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

table where she was supposed to meet him. She can't possibly

coffee cup and took a large gulp,

and toward the private area where we were seated. To

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Is She That Eager

table directly text to

reserved Table

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

confusion gave way to dawning comprehension, then

contained irritation, "but I've changed my

inquired whether there were any

have several

be better," Angela

a window

and moved

Herb

waist and pulling her against me. She collided with my chest, and I breathed in the familiar

I asked, my voice low and

against me. "Let go

firmly around her waist. The waiter, sensing the

"Since

"why not join my table?

guided Angela toward my table, my arm still possessively around her

"Whos

me go! And why are

why don't you ask the waiter

find the

I had been

what a coincidence! You're here for lunch too? It's already late afternoon and you're

replied firmly. "I

"Even if it's with

Partners' main investor?" I asked, the threat barely

"Are

see it as a threat, then

withdraw your investment," she challenged.

think

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