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."

tone firm yet edged with a warmth that made my skin tingle. "Don't be

a sharp stab of pain shot through my

faintly. "Sure you can." He reached for a shopping bag by the bed. "Thomas brought

clashing with

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

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

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

his fingers deft as he loosened them. The fabric fell away, and cool air hit my bare torso. Instinctively,

rumble. Before I could protest he gently pried my arm away, exposing me

nipples hardening in the chill-and, damn it,

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

He slid the

-slow, deliberate.

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electricity shot through me, pooling low in my belly

then-God help me-he leaned down, his lips brushing the swell of my breast in a soft, searing

my chest. "What the hell, Sean?!" I snapped, voice shaking. "You pervert-how can you

a wicked, unrepentant grin spreading across

Your breasts are..... beautiful. I lost control for a second." He raised

burned, outrage mixing with

precision- first the good one, then the injured one-his

grazing my collarbone, then draped a cashmere coat over my shoulders,

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