The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 148

Chapter 144

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 144: I'll Buy It For

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I grabbed Angela's wrist, pulling her toward the elevator with unwavering determination,

Behind us, Thomas called out in confusion, "Mr. Shaw, aren't we having lunch anymore?"

I ignored him, focused only on keeping my grip on Angela as I urged her to move faster.

y resolve. I could feel her resistance, the subtle tension in her arm as she tried to pull away, but it only strengthened my

"Let go of me!" she demanded, her voice sharp with indignation as we descended in the elevator.

"No," I replied simply, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Outside the restaurant, 1 maneuvered her swiftly toward my waiting Bentley, Peter already standing at attention by the open door. I practically lifted her into the backseat, sliding in beside her before she could escape.

"Drive," I instructed Peter, maintaining my grip on Angela's wrist.

She continued struggling, her eyes flashing with genuine anger. "You need to let me go. I really do have an important appointment at Bernardin today."

"What important appointment?" I asked coolly, studying every minute shift in her expression.

"That's none of your business," she replied curtly, but I could sense the secret behind her words. Her eyes darted away too quickly- the way they always did when she was hiding something.

my business? Fine,

me," I said with a cold smile. Then we'll just

deliberately, knowing she genuinely needed a car, but more importantly,

voice suddenly rose, her amber eyes blazing with fury. "Whatever was between us ended five years ago. What gives you the right to harass me and interfere in my personal affairs? What's

the atmosphere in the car. I narrowed my

and I-

I don't

about you and her," Angela cut me off abruptly. "I just want

my chest. How could she so easily

something you're

to keep your distance?"

there?” I demanded, watching her carefully. "Why

across her features. Instead of answering directly, she countered. "Hiding? What would I possibly

gaze for a long moment, feeling that familiar charge betwn us-the challenge, the pull that had always existed. "You tell me.

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anything he shot back, but the xilght tremor in ho valce

1 heled with deliberate

I noticed Angela turn toward the window, pulling out her iPhone to send a text. I could see the Message screen,

I called out, my voice sharper than I

startled, nearly dropping her phone. She frowned at me in annoyance. ing

you texting?" I

pipe away. I was tempted to grab it from her, but decided against it.

caught my eye in the rearview mirror. "Where

BMW showroom on Fifth Avenue," I answered, discreetly taking out my own iPhone and switching it to silent mode. I couldn't let Angela discover that "Mr. Night's messages would come directly my

a mid-range Series sedan, declaring it the best option within her

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