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?"

for the proposal. "I simply prefer to work without

revised section after section. His fingers occasionally grazed the back of my hand as we both reached

murmured, his face uncomfortably close to mine as he showed me another

I replied tersely, trying to maintain some distance. "I can read

tense, Angela. Is working beside me really that difficult

said, keeping my

observed, his

I couldn't deny the value of his input. His revisions were thoughtful and precise,

hours as we worked, the

antagonism to something more

finished explaining his final adjustment, my stomach let

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He Just Enjoying the Thrill of

eyebrow arched. "Sounds like someone needs to

"The proposal is finished. I should head home

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

not necessary. I can handle it myself

unexpectedly. "I just helped you rewrite your entire proposal. Can't you

thanks?

was about? Securing a

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

hours he'd just invested in improving my work, I reluctantly

change into something more

I reminded myself to remain vigilant. This was simply a

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 later. This time, I couldn't help but notice the name illuminated on the

our marriage when I'd wake to find Sean's side of the bed empty. The whispered calls, the late "work meetings."

Christina waited