The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 180

Ex-Wife

Chapter 180: You're Burning Hot-

Angela POV

I tucked the comforter around Aria and checked on Ethan who was already fast asleep. After turning off the main light and leaving only the nightlight on, I stepped out of their room.

For a moment, I lingered in the doorway, savoring the quiet perfection of this scene-my children safe and content. These precious moments were what sustained me through everything else.

Just as I was about to retreat to my own bedroom, the doorbell shattered the silence. At this hour? I hurried to the security panel, my pulse quickening as I checked the camera feed.

Sean Shaw stood at my door, his tall frame unmistakable even in the dim hallway lighting.

"Why is he here?" I whispered to myself, checking my watch. It was nearly midnight. We'd just finalized negotiations on the co- parenting agreement at Shaw Tower earlier today. What could possibly be so urgent?

I hesitated, finger hovering over the intercom. Through the camera, watched as Sean's shoulders slumped slightly after waiting. He turned, apparently giving up, when I finally pressed the unlock button.

"This better be important," I muttered, opening the door just as he was about to walk away.

He spun around, genuine surprise flickering across his face. "You opened."

"It's midnight," I said flatly.

are you here? Is there an emergency?"

"Walked wrong," he mumbled, avoiding my gaze.

I frowned, noticing his flushed skin and labored breathing. “Why are you breathing like that? What you doing?"

"Nothing. I'll go." His words slurred slightly.

wrong. Without thinking, I stepped forward and pressed

his skin.

up. What happened? You were perfectly fine

earlier. Did you suddenly

call Dr. Carter

me in an unexpected embrace. I froze, caught

murmured against

not? You're

"Not fever," he interrupted.

you mean? You're

managed to say,

voice strained.

clarity. It wasn't a fever. Christina Jordan had drugged him. The

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been drugged, and you came to

I were an anchor. "Only you... couldn't think of anyone

think of anyone else?" I pushed him away, incredulous. “I'm sure the Shaw

eyes fixed on mine, surprisingly lucid despite

audacity! I stepped back, fury replacing my

I be able to do for you in this state? Given cur current relationship,

to deal with your problem. I don't need this

raced traitorously in my chest. Through the peephole,

color had worsened in the few seconds since I'd closed the door. He leaned heavily against the

Damn it.

breath, I pulled the door open again. "Come in. I'll get you some water

disbelief written across his features.

only doing this because we've agreed to co-parent. I

happened to you after I

for the