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.

water pitcher. "Thirsty? Let me pour

"No," I snapped.

all night," he countered, undeterred.

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

flicker of anger flashed in his gaze, quickly masked.

bothering me," I shot back, turning

bandages, immobile. The memory hit-shielding Aria, tumbling, my arm twisting beneath me. Pain flared

side in an instant. "Did you hurt yourself again? Are

I hissed through gritted teeth. "Why act concerned now? If you hadn't taken my kids, I wouldn't have chased you down. I wouldn't have met your charming

shadowing his eyes. “You're right, I screwed up, and you got hurt because of it. I'm sorry." He

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Supposed to Use the Bathroom With You

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

reason stoked my irritation. I didn't want him sensible or gentle-I wanted my anger, a shield against

worsening. I needed the bathroom but loathed asking him for help. Finally,

tried to stand. The world swayed, my

chest pressed against mine, solid and warm, his breath 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,

you trying to do?" he murmured, his voice

help," I

tightened around me, a possessive

didn't reply, he

my weight. My body stiffened-pain and his closeness warring within

down," I demanded, my voice faltering as dizziness

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

still asleep, and went quiet. Sean carried me to the bathroom, his steps deliberate, his

now," I said,