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.

capturing my chin with gentle firmness. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, the touch sending an unwelcome shiver down my

bold lipstick," he murmured. "This shade

pulse betraying me by quickening at his touch.

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

me again," I warned, my voice steady despite

was low, almost predatory. "You dress like this, looking so irresistible, and expect men

on the steering

if it was, it certainly

the car seemed to drop ten

his expression harden, the playfulness vanishing entirely.

shifted, a cold anger radiating from his rigid

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car back to the dealership in tense ellence, pulling into the

Intmediately approached, his practiced smile Teering slightly at the

your experience, Ms.

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

you'll follow me

handle the payment," Sean

stated firmly. Tm purchasing this vehicle myself. If Mt.

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

prefer."

buzzed. He checked the screen, his expression darkening

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

nodded. "I'll be

one in particular, "I need to use the

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

possible to postpone

checking for a response, but