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?"

proposal. "I simply prefer

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

work," Sean murmured, his face uncomfortably

maintain some distance. "I can read it better

chuckled, his breath warm against my cheek. "So tense, Angela. Is working beside me really that difficult for you? We used

a lifetime ago," I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the

his voice

to remain detached, I couldn't deny the value of his input. His revisions were thoughtful and precise, demonstrating a depth

stretched into hours as we worked, the tension

antagonism to something

finished explaining his final adjustment, my

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149: Is He Just Enjoying the Thrill

arched. "Sounds like someone needs

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

midnight," Sean said, checking his watch. "Let's gra

I can handle it

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

thanks?

about? Securing a dinner

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

him, momentarily thrown by his teasing. After considering the hours he'd just invested

“Perfect. Let me change into something

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

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

our marriage when I'd wake to

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