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."

dislocated, Angela," he said, his tone firm yet edged with a warmth that

insisted, though a sharp stab of pain shot through my shoulder

He reached for a shopping bag by the bed.

him, pride clashing with necessity.

he cut in, his voice a quiet command that brooked no argument. "Unless you want

me was worse. I relented, looking away

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

reached 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

murmured, his voice a low rumble. Before I could

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

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

hesitated, then obeyed, wincing as my shoulder screamed. He slid the straps up my arms,

-slow, deliberate.

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electricity shot through me, pooling low in my belly as his hands cupped me briefly,

leaned down, his lips brushing the swell of my breast in a

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

wicked, unrepentant grin spreading across his

he said, not sounding sorry at all. "I couldn't help it. Your breasts are..... beautiful. I lost control for

face burned, outrage mixing with something I

sliding it over my arms with careful precision- first the good one, then the injured one-his fingers brushing my

buttoned it up, his knuckles grazing my collarbone, then draped a cashmere coat

stomach flipped. His hand slipped under the blanket, fingers brushing the