The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 173

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 173: How Can You Have Sexual Desire For A Patient?

Angela POV

The hospital room greeted me with a dull hum as I stirred awake, my forehead throbbing and my right arm a useless, aching weight at my side.

Across the room, my twin children slept soundly on a small bed, the soft breathing a fragile tether to calm.

Sean sat beside me, his laptop casting a faint glow over his chiseled features. The moment I moved, his gaze snapped to mine, sharp and attentive, sending an unexpected flutter through my chest.

"You're awake," he said, his voice a low, silken drawl as he glanced briefly at the kids. "How do you feel?"

"Like someone took a bat to my head," I muttered, struggling to sit up with my left arm, the right one dangling painfully.

He shut his laptop with a decisive click and leaned closer, his presence filling the space. "The doctor wants a final CT scan to rule out anything serious. Your arm's mildly dislocated-nothing permanent, but it'll hurt for a while."

I dodged his concern. "When can I leave this hellhole?"

"After the scan this morning," he replied, hesitating before adding, "You need to change first. The doctor's coming soon."

I glanced at the hospital gown clinging to me, stained with dried blood from my forehead. "I'll manage."

firm yet edged with a warmth that made

sharp stab of pain shot

raised a brow, lips quirking faintly. "Sure you can." He reached for

pride clashing with

in, his voice a quiet command that brooked no argument. "Unless

worse. I

pulled back the blanket with care. My breath hitched as he sat

for the ties of my gown, his fingers deft as he loosened them. The fabric fell away, and cool air hit my bare torso. Instinctively, I clamped my left

I could protest he gently pried

before him, nipples hardening in the chill-and, damn it, under his gaze. I turned my head sharply, cheeks flaming, unable to meet his

bra from the bag. "Lift your arms as much

He slid the straps up my arms,

-slow, deliberate.

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jolt of electricity shot through me, pooling low in my belly as

caught, and then-God help me-he leaned down, his lips brushing the

back, shock and heat warring in my chest. "What the hell, Sean?!" I snapped, voice shaking. "You pervert-how can you even think

pulled back, a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading

said, not sounding sorry at all. "I couldn't help it. Your breasts are..... beautiful. I lost control for a second." He raised his hands in mock surrender. "I promise

mixing with something

cotton shirt next, sliding it over my arms with careful precision- first the good

knuckles grazing my collarbone, then draped a cashmere coat over my shoulders, the fabric

and pulled out a pair of silk panties, my stomach flipped. His hand slipped under the blanket, fingers brushing the