The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Old Feelings Die Hard

Sean POV

I stood frozen in the doorway of my Four Seasons penthouse suite, watching Angela storm away without a word. The elevator doors slid shut on her retreating figure, leaving confusion swirling in my mind.

What the hell just happened?

One minute we were dissecting investment proposals, the next she was bolting like I'd set the room on fire.

Her sudden shift gnawed at me. Unless... Had Christopher Blake gotten to her? The thought ignited a blaze of anger in my chest, my hands curling into fists.

No one meddled in my affairs-and Angela, despite our tangled history, was still mine to handle. This wasn't over.

My lips pressed into a hard line as I strode toward the elevator, determined to catch her before she slipped away. Whatever had sparked this, I'd drag the truth out of her tonight.

My phone buzzed relentlessly in my pocket, halting my pursuit. I yanked it out, answering with a sharp,

"What?"-my voice a blade of cold authority.

Silence stretched for a beat before a tentative female voice broke through.

"Sean, it's me."

"Christina." Not a question-a fact.

"Yes. You sound upset. Is something wrong?" Her tone softened. "I've been calling, but you didn't answer."

My mind sharpened instantly. "You've been calling me repeatedly?"

didn't pick up, I got worried," she said, her voice syrupy. "I kept trying. You're not angry, are you? I

at my phone-missed calls from Christina lighting up the screen like a neon

Her abrupt exit clicked

like that again," I ordered, my tone leaving no room

I was just worried something

spamming my phone help? You'd just drain my battery when I might

an apology, but I didn't wait for more. "I have bigger things to deal with." I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket, my strides purposeful as I

her hand-she still cared. A flicker of satisfaction curled my lips. Her jealousy was a confession scrawled in

spotted her instantly-her slender frame

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Old Feelings Die

reached her in seconds. As she yanked the car door open, I slammed it shat with

hands

darted to whet my fingers damped her wrist, but she twisted her face

shot up, gripping her chin firmly, furing her head back until her hazel eyes

need to

lips parted, breath

was a crime scene, I

jaw tightened under my fingers. "Why would I care about your phone? Your private life's got nothing to

thumb brushing the edge of her

too fast, her

My cock stirred at the feel of her body wriggling against me,

tightened my grip on her wrist, the other hand sliding from her chin to brace against the

you didn't see anything," I murmured, voice dropping to a possessive growl, "why'd you turn to ice up there? Don't

breasts pressed against my chest as she fought to pull away, and I felt

mine, like she was carved for