The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 162

Chapter 162: The Last Thing I Need in My Life is Sex

Angela POV

"Mommy."

Aria's voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to find her standing in the middle of our living room, her small face scrunched up in curiosity.

"Who taught you to say those things earlier?" I asked, moving away from the window.

She tilted her head, dark curls bouncing. "Nobody taught Aria, Mommy. It was Aria's own

thinking. Mommy came home and went straight to the window to peek. Weren't you looking for Mr. Night?"

My cheeks warmed. "No, I was just closing the curtains."

"But I saw you open them a little bit to look outside," she insisted, her innocent eyes

watching me carefully.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Aria, why are you contradicting me so much

lately?"

"Mommy, Aria is just telling the truth," she replied with that childish logic that was impossible to argue with.

I knelt down to her level, meeting her eyes. "Aria, can you promise me something?"

Her eyes brightened. "What is it, Mommy?"

"When we're with Mr. Night, whatever I say is final. You can't contradict me in front

of

him, okay?"

Aria's expression changed to something more thoughtful than a five-year-old should be

capable of. "Mommy, do you not like Mr. Night?"

"No, I don't," I answered firmly.

"Then... do you hate Mr. Night?"

I paused, choosing my words carefully. "Aria, there's a difference between not liking

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them. Not liking means you don't want to spend time with that

absorbed this distinction with surprising focus. "Then play with Mr.

He's really nice."

me. "Aria, why don't you go to your room for now? I'll call

with Mr. Night?" she

see about

she skipped off to her room, content with

non-

committal answer.

into bed, I slipped under my

desperately seeking sleep.

my mind-Sean standing in his penthouse bathroom doorway, water droplets still clinging to his bare chest, the

treacherous mind removed even that minimal covering, reconstructing

my face in the pillow. What was wrong

the twins and building my career. I hadn't thought

or sex-

such distractions. Yet now,

my body seemed to be reminding

"I have two children to raise and a company

the children earlier than usual, hoping

arrived. We hurried through our morning routine, and

to the

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"Ms. Wilson, good morning."

in my tracks. He stood near the entrance, and behind him, leaning against a

to come down so early," Thomas continued. "On our way here, I told Mr. Shaw we didn't need to arrive this early, but he insisted you would try to leave

that Sean had

she broke free from my grasp and ran toward Sean. He crouched down, opening his arms

herself at him.

by my side, watching the interaction with

children must

this

early," Thomas observed.

still holding Aria. "Let's go get

looking for any

come on," Sean said, extending his

up at me, uncertainty written across his features. He

but was

the car where Sean had already secured

in a booster seat.