The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 181

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

Angela

POV

Just as I began to unbutton Sean's shirt, his hand shot up and seized my wrist. His grip was firm but not painful, startling me nonetheless.

"The washcloth and water are right here," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Since you're awake now, you can handle this yourself... ah!"

My words ended in a gasp as Sean suddenly pulled me toward him. Before I could react, I found myself beneath him on the sofa, my wrists pinned above my head.

His face hovered inches from mine, his breathing labored but controlled.

"Sean, what are you doing?" I demanded, keeping my voice low despite my racing heart. The children were sleeping just down the hall-the last thing I needed was for them to witness this scene.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his voice strained. "I won't hurt you."

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, see the struggle playing out in his features-desire warring with restraint,

For a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, neither of us moved. Then, his expression shifted.

The raw hunger in his gaze softened into something more controlled more deliberate. Slowly, he released my wrists and instead

cradled my face between his palms.

and I felt my heart thunder against my ribs. But instead of claiming my lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead-achingly tender

such sudden force that

toward the hallway leading to

spray come to life-the unmistakable sound of cold water blasting at

pressed my palm against

come in," he growled, his voice tight with

be enough," I called through the door,

there."

except for his

you hear me?" I raised my

I turned away,

to the kitchen. After washing it thoroughly, I checked on

the bathroom door. The water was still

knocked again, more insistently

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Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

muffled sounds-controlled, stifled neises that could have been pain or something else

wanted. I retreated to the living room, wrapping myself in a cashmere throw as I curled into the corner of the sofa. Despite my

on it with

silence, I heard the lock click. I pushed

bathroom.

suit in ruins. His dark hair clung to his forehead in wet strands, and his lips had taken on a bluish tinge that alarmed me. I knelt beside him, pressing my palm to his cheek.

as anger. "Are

clear now of the drug-induced haze but glazed with exhaustion. The temperature of

shower again, adjusting it to

water roared into the tub, steam billowing up in thick, swirling clouds that blurred the bathroom's edges and fogged