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.

the water pitcher. "Thirsty? Let me pour

"No," I snapped.

undeterred. "You've been unconscious for

here." I met his eyes, defiant. "If you feel guilty about tonight, call Christopher. Tell him to

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

me," I

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

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

hadn't taken my kids, I wouldn't have chased you down. I wouldn't have met your

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

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to Use the Bathroom With

his tousled hair. "But right now, you need rest. We'll sort the rest

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

the bathroom but loathed asking him

I tried to stand.

I could collapse, Sean's arms caught 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

voice a low

don't need your help," I lied,

tightened around me, a possessive yet

you?" When I didn't reply, he nodded.

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

I demanded, my voice

to my temple.

carried me to the

I said,