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 lip, the touch

used to wear such bold lipstick," he murmured. "This shade

my head away, my pulse betraying

a memory I couldn't escape. I gripped the

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

dress like this, looking so irresistible, and expect men not to notice?

knuckles whitened on

it was, it certainly

seemed to drop ten degrees. From the corner of

saw his expression harden, the playfulness

anger radiating from his

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dealership in tense ellence, pulling into the same

Intmediately approached, his practiced smile Teering slightly at

your experience, Ms.

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

If you'll follow

the payment," Sean interrupted, following

myself. If Mt. Shaw attempts to pay, I'll walk away

"Of course, Ms. Wilson. Whatever you The

prefer."

Sean's phone buzzed. He checked the screen, his

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

nodded. "I'll

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

of the restroom, I pulled out my phone and opened my conversation

it be possible to postpone our meeting

minutes, anxiously checking for a