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 to work without someone

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

projections need work," Sean murmured, his face uncomfortably close to mine as he showed me

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

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

ago," I said, keeping my

here we are again," he observed, his voice dropping lower. "Some things

of his input. His revisions were thoughtful and precise, demonstrating a depth of

minutes stretched into hours as we worked, the tension

antagonism to something more

finished explaining his final adjustment, my stomach

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149: Is He Just Enjoying the Thrill of

like someone needs to

up my neck. "The proposal is finished. I

checking his watch. "Let's gra something to eat

not necessary. I can handle it

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

thanks?

about? Securing a dinner

his eyes. "Unless

the hours he'd just invested

Let me change into something more comfortable. Wait here for

remain vigilant. This was simply a

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

course. Memories flooded back-nights during our marriage when I'd wake to find Sean's side of the bed empty. The

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