The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 171

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 171: How Am I Supposed to Use the Bathroom With You Watching?

Angela POV

I stirred awake to the rhythmic beep of machines, my eyelids heavy as if weighed down by the night itself.

A dull ache pulsed in my skull, sharp and unrelenting. As my blurry vision sharpened, I saw Sean perched beside my bed, his tired eyes locked on me with a quiet intensity that made my skin prickle,

Memories flickered back-his apartment, William's rage, the searing pain that followed.

"You're awake," Sean murmured, his voice low, almost a caress in the stillness.

I tried to sit up, but a jolt of pain pinned me back. Panic clawed at my chest. "Aria and Ethan-where are they?" My voice scraped out, rough and raw.

"They're safe," he said, gesturing across the room. I followed his gaze, relief flooding me as I spotted my twins curled together on a sofa, cocooned under a blanket and his coat, their small faces peaceful despite the chaos..

"What time is it?" I whispered, careful not to disturb them.

"Almost two in the morning," Sean replied. "You've been out for about four hours." He leaned closer, concern softening his features. "How do you feel? Dizzy?"

I turned my head away, avoiding his gaze. "Seeing you makes me uncomfortable."

He nodded, easing back just enough to give me space, though his presence still lingered too close, too warm.

"So?" I pressed when he didn't speak. "Are you leaving?"

"Not until I know you're okay," he said, his tone firm yet edged with something softer.

pitcher. "Thirsty? Let me pour you

"No," I snapped.

countered, undeterred. "You've

don't want you here." I met his eyes, defiant. "If you feel guilty about tonight, call Christopher.

of anger flashed in his gaze, quickly masked. "Not possible," he said,

stop bothering me," I shot back, turning

my right arm was swathed in bandages, immobile. The memory hit-shielding Aria, tumbling, my arm

my side in an instant. "Did you hurt

If you hadn't taken my kids, I wouldn't

his eyes. “You're right, I screwed up, and you got hurt because

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right now, you need rest. We'll sort the rest

sensible or gentle-I wanted my

my headache worsening. I needed the bathroom but loathed asking him

my left arm, I tried to stand. The world

grazing my ear. Despite my fury, the heat of his body seeped into me, coaxing a shiver I couldn't suppress. His hands, firm on my waist, held me steady, and

murmured, his voice a low rumble against my skin. "Let me

need your help," I lied, even

possessive

don't you?" When I didn't reply, he

My body stiffened-pain and his closeness warring within

me down," I demanded, my voice faltering as dizziness

he whispered, his lips too close to my temple. "Do you want to wake the

carried me to the

I said,