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."

yet edged

a sharp stab of pain shot through

faintly. "Sure you can." He reached for

pride clashing with necessity. "I don't

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

thought of a stranger's hands on me was worse. I relented,

he pulled back the blanket with care. My breath hitched as he sat on the bed's edge, his thigh brushing mine through the thin

deft as he loosened them. The fabric fell away, and cool air hit my bare torso. Instinctively, I clamped my left arm over my chest, shielding my breasts, my heart pounding

I could protest he

chill-and, damn it, under his gaze. I

as much as you can," he said, his tone steady, though his eyes darkened as

slid the straps up my arms, his

-slow, deliberate.

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in my belly as his

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

I snapped, voice shaking.

pulled back, a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading across

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.

outrage mixing with something I refused to

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

a cashmere coat over my

again and pulled out a pair of silk panties, my stomach flipped. His hand slipped under the blanket, fingers brushing the bare skin of my thigh as he