The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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,

I said with a cold smile. Then we'll just consider it unimportant

genuinely needed a car, but more importantly, I needed time to

blazing with fury. "Whatever was between us ended five years ago. What gives you the right to harass me and

the atmosphere in the car. I narrowed my

and I-

I don't

me off abruptly. "I just want

burned in my chest. How could she so easily dismiss everything between us? Especially after potentially

something you're

to keep your distance?"

watching her carefully. "Why else would you be

facade of professional coolness, I caught the momentary panic that flashed across her features.

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

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I'll Buy It For

anything he shot back, but the

heled with deliberate

pulling out her iPhone to send a text. I could see the Message screen, and my heart rate quickened as I realized she

called out, my voice sharper than I

She frowned at me

texting?" I asked,

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

in the rearview mirror. "Where to next, Mr.

it to silent mode. I couldn't let Angela discover that "Mr.

the BMW showroom, Angela immediately pointed to a mid-range Series sedan, declaring it the best