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.

hand reached across the console, fingers capturing my chin with gentle firmness. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, the touch sending an unwelcome

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

my pulse betraying me by quickening

me like a memory I couldn't escape. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road ahead rather

steady despite

almost predatory. "You dress like this, looking so irresistible, and expect men not to notice?

whitened on the steering

if it was, it certainly wasn't for your

seemed to drop ten degrees. From the

harden,

shifted, a cold anger

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guided the car back to the dealership in tense ellence, pulling into the same spot we'd

sales consultant Intmediately approached, his practiced smile Teering slightly at the palpable tension

was your

firmly, stepping out of the vehicle. "I'd like to

you'll follow me to the

payment," Sean

purchasing this vehicle myself. If

recovered. "Of course, Ms. Wilson. Whatever you

prefer."

we entered the office, Sean's phone buzzed. He

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

I nodded. "I'll be back

one in particular, "I

my phone and opened

possible to postpone our meeting until later

for a response, but none came.