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?"

yourself," I replied, reaching for the proposal. "I simply prefer to work without someone hovering

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

murmured, his face uncomfortably close to mine as he

trying to maintain some distance. "I can read it better if you'd move back

Is working beside me really that difficult for you?

ago," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on

are again," he observed, his voice dropping lower. "Some things never

were thoughtful and precise, demonstrating a depth of financial acumen that reminded me why

we worked, the tension

professional antagonism to something more

finished explaining his final adjustment,

1/3

Just Enjoying the

eyebrow arched. "Sounds like someone

neck. "The proposal is finished. I should head home

his watch. "Let's gra something to

not necessary. I can handle

expression softened unexpectedly. "I just helped you rewrite your entire proposal. Can't you at least buy

thanks?

this was about? Securing a dinner date?" I asked,

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

at him, momentarily thrown by his teasing. After considering the hours he'd just invested in improving my work, I reluctantly nodded.

change into

reminded myself to remain vigilant.

revisions we'd made. My thoughts were interrupted when Sean's phone, left on the coffee table, began to ring. I glanced at it reflexively, then looked away, not wanting to invade his privacy. The

back-nights during our marriage when I'd wake to find

while Christina waited for his call. Was I simply the appetizer