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.

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

such bold lipstick," he murmured. "This shade

my head away, my pulse betraying me

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

you touch me again," I warned, my voice steady despite my racing heart, "I'll report you for

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

whitened on

was, it certainly wasn't for your

car seemed to drop ten degrees.

I saw his expression harden, the playfulness vanishing entirely. The

him shifted, a cold anger radiating from his rigid

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in tense

smile Teering slightly at the palpable tension

your experience,

take it, I replied firmly, stepping out of the vehicle.

If you'll follow me to the

payment," Sean interrupted,

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

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

prefer."

buzzed. He checked

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

I nodded. "I'll be back

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

of the restroom, I pulled out my phone and opened my conversation with Mr. Night. My fingers hesitated over the keyboard before

be possible to postpone our meeting until later

waited several minutes, anxiously checking for