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."

said, his tone firm yet edged with a warmth

insisted, though a sharp stab of pain shot through

He reached for a shopping bag by

clashing with necessity.

quiet command that brooked no argument.

of a stranger's hands on me was worse. I relented, looking away as heat

he pulled back the blanket with care. My breath hitched

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

voice a low rumble. Before I could protest he gently

hung heavy and bare before him, nipples hardening in the chill-and, damn it, under his gaze. I turned my head

speak, just picked up a black lace bra from the bag. "Lift your arms as much as you can," he said, his

screamed. He slid the straps up

-slow, deliberate.

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through me, pooling low in my belly as his hands

his lips brushing the swell of

heat warring in my chest. "What the hell, Sean?!" I snapped,

a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading across his

breasts are..... beautiful. I lost control for a second." He raised his hands in mock surrender. "I promise I won't touch you

face burned, outrage mixing with something I refused to

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

his knuckles grazing my collarbone, then draped a cashmere

His hand slipped under the