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

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

my head away, my pulse betraying me by quickening at his

leaned closer, invading my personal space. The scent of his cologne intensified, wrapping around me like a memory I couldn't escape. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road ahead rather than the alarming proximity of his face to

again," I warned, my voice steady despite my

looking so irresistible, and expect men not to notice? Isn't

whitened on

it certainly wasn't for your

in the car seemed to drop ten degrees. From the corner of

expression harden,

cold anger radiating from his rigid

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dealership in tense ellence, pulling into the same spot we'd departed

sales consultant Intmediately approached, his practiced smile

was your experience, Ms.

of the vehicle. "I'd like to

follow me

the payment," Sean interrupted, following

If Mt. Shaw attempts to pay,

quickly recovered. "Of course, Ms. Wilson. Whatever you The salesman looked between us,

prefer."

phone buzzed. He checked the screen, his expression

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

I nodded. "I'll be

to no one in particular, "I need

the restroom, I pulled out my phone and opened my conversation with Mr.

possible to postpone

minutes, anxiously checking for a response, but