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

"No," I snapped.

haven't eaten all night," he countered, undeterred. "You've been unconscious for hours.

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

flashed in his gaze, quickly masked. "Not

me," I shot back,

right arm was swathed in bandages, immobile. The memory hit-shielding Aria, tumbling, my arm twisting beneath me. Pain flared through my

instant. "Did you hurt yourself again? Are

If you hadn't taken my kids,

and you got hurt because of it.

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I Supposed to Use the Bathroom

rest. We'll sort the rest

him sensible or gentle-I wanted my anger, a shield against the pull

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

tried to

of his body seeped into me, coaxing a shiver I

you trying to do?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my skin.

don't need your help," I lied,

tightened around me, a possessive yet

you?" When I didn't

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

demanded, my voice faltering

lips too close to my temple.

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

now," I said, sharper than