The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 145

he Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex Wife

Chapter 145: Not For Your Attention

Angela POV

1 caught his reflection in the rearview mirror-that confident, self-asured expression that bad orice captivated me and now only fueled my anger. Without warning. I stomped on the accelerator, launching the car forward with enough force in push Sean back

into his seat.

The BMW responded immediately, gliding through the dealership's it and onto the test drive route. I deliberately took corners faster than necessary, watching Sean's expression shift from amusement to surprise.

"Taking the scenic route?" he asked casually, though his white knuckled grip on the door handle betrayed his discomfort.

I guided the car toward an open plaza, where a large modern sculpte dominated the center. As we approached, I accelerated instead of slowing, driving straight toward the imposing metal structure.

"Angela!" Sean's voice lost its composure. "Watch out!"

His hand shot out, reaching for the steering wheel. Just before he could interfere,

I executed a perfect controlled drift, the tires squealing as the car circled the sculpture with practiced precision. The BMW responded beautifully, exactly as I had anticipated.

I slowed to a normal pace, unable to suppress the satisfaction I felt at Sean's stunned expression.

Were you trying to kill us?" he asked, his breathing slightly elevated His eyes studied me intently, surprise giving way to something that looked remarkably like admiration.

"You did that on purpose," he stated, not a question but a realization "When did you learn to drive like that?"

I kept my eyes on the road, refusing to acknowledge the slight flutter in my chest at his impressed tone. "You don't know a lot about me anymore, Sean. Five years is a long time."

"Indeed it is," he agreed, his voice dropping lower.

fingers capturing my chin with gentle firmness. His thumb brushed across my lower

never used to wear such bold lipstick," he murmured. "This

pulse betraying me

scent of his cologne intensified, wrapping around me like a memory I couldn't escape. I gripped the steering

warned, my voice steady despite my racing heart, "I'll report you

like this, looking so irresistible, and expect men

knuckles whitened on the

was, it certainly

temperature in the car seemed to drop

saw his expression harden, the playfulness

cold anger radiating from his

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tense

approached, his practiced smile Teering

was your experience,

stepping out of the

choice! If you'll follow

handle the payment," Sean interrupted,

myself. If Mt. Shaw attempts

"Of course, Ms. Wilson. Whatever you

prefer."

phone buzzed. He checked the screen,

the vehicle will be ready for pickup in two days," the salesman explained as I signed the paperwork and handed

fine," I nodded. "I'll

me," I said to no one in particular, "I need

and opened my conversation with Mr. Night. My fingers hesitated over the

to postpone

for a response,