The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Is He Just Enjoying the Thrill of Cheating?

Angela Pov

His emerald eyes studied me with that infuriating intensity, his arms forming a cage around me.

For a moment, I thought he might refuse, but then he stepped back with deliberate slowness, his fingers deliberately brushing against my arm as he withdrew.

"Fine," he conceded. "But we still have work to do."

1 exhaled slowly, straightening my jacket as I stepped away from the door. "Then let's focus on the investment proposal and nothing

else.

Sean gestured toward the documents spread across the coffee table. After you."

I moved to the sofa and sat at the far end, conscious of his eyes following me, tension still thick in the air.

Sean didn't immediately join me. Instead, he walked to the bar, the subtle flex of his shoulders visible beneath his shirt. "Drink?" he offered, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

"No, thank you," I replied coolly. "I'd prefer to keep a clear head."

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “What are you afraid of, Angela? That you might actually enjoy my company?"

I met his gaze steadily. "I'm afraid we'll waste more time on irrelevant conversations."

Sean returned with only a glass of water for himself, sitting down closer than necessary. I shifted away, creating more space between us.

"Am I making you nervous?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Is my proximity that distracting?"

reaching for the proposal. "I simply prefer

with reluctant admiration as he meticulously revised section after section. His fingers occasionally grazed the back of my hand as we both reached for the same document, and I couldn't tell if these contacts were accidental or

projections need work," Sean murmured, his face uncomfortably close to mine

I replied tersely, trying to maintain some distance.

"So tense, Angela. Is working beside me really that difficult

a lifetime ago," I said, keeping

his voice

of his input. His revisions were thoughtful and precise, demonstrating a depth of financial acumen that reminded me

minutes stretched into hours as we worked, the tension in

professional antagonism to

adjustment, my stomach let out an embarrassingly loud

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He Just Enjoying the Thrill of

arched. "Sounds like

"The proposal is finished. I

said, checking his

can handle

expression softened unexpectedly. "I just helped you rewrite your entire proposal.

thanks?

Securing a dinner date?" I asked,

date," he corrected, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Unless that's what you want

his teasing. After considering the hours he'd

change into something more comfortable. Wait here for a few

the bedroom, I reminded myself to remain vigilant. This was

phone, left on the coffee table, began to ring. I glanced at it reflexively, then looked away, not wanting to invade his privacy. The ringing stopped, only to

marriage when I'd

now here I was, about to have dinner with him while Christina waited for his call. Was I