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?"

replied, reaching for the proposal. "I simply

reluctant admiration as he meticulously revised section after section. His fingers occasionally grazed the back of my hand as we both

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

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

my cheek. "So tense, Angela. Is working beside me really that difficult for you? We used to spend hours

ago," I said,

we are again," he observed, his voice

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

we worked, the tension in the

to something

Sean finished explaining his final adjustment,

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"Sounds like

proposal

said, checking his watch. "Let's gra something

not necessary. I can handle

your entire proposal. Can't you at least buy me dinner

thanks?

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

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

momentarily thrown by his teasing. After considering the hours he'd

me change into

into the bedroom, I reminded myself to remain vigilant. This was simply a thank-you dinner for

settled back on the sofa, mentally reviewing the 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 ringing stopped, only to start again moments

I'd

was, about to have dinner with him while Christina waited for