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

"No," I snapped.

countered, undeterred. "You've been unconscious for hours. You

want water. I don't want food. I don't want you here." I met his eyes, defiant. "If you feel guilty

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

bothering me," I shot back, turning

realize my right arm was swathed in bandages, immobile. The memory hit-shielding Aria, tumbling, my arm twisting beneath me. Pain flared through my shoulder and skull as I moved, a gasp slipping

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

concerned now? If you hadn't taken my kids, I wouldn't

I screwed up, and you

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How Am I Supposed to Use the Bathroom With

hair. "But right now, you need rest.

stoked my irritation. I didn't want him sensible or gentle-I wanted my

bathroom but loathed

left arm, I tried to stand. The world swayed, my

me, strong yet impossibly tender. His 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, held me steady, and for

to do?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble

help," I

possessive yet gentle

didn't reply, he nodded. "I'll

up, his muscles flexing beneath my weight. My body stiffened-pain and his closeness warring within me-but his warmth enveloped me,

down," I demanded, my voice faltering as

close to my temple. "Do you want to

went quiet. Sean carried me to the

now," I said,