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.

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

was gone, pushing away from me with such sudden force that I barely registered his movement. He staggered to

toward the hallway

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

pressed my palm against the bathroom door.

in," he growled, his

I called through the door,

there."

response came except

did you hear me?" I raised

nothing. I turned away, frustrated

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

water was still running-how long did he intend to

knocked again,

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Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

door, I could hear muffled sounds-controlled, stifled neises that could have been pain or something else entirely. The thought

he wanted. I retreated to the living room, wrapping myself in a cashmere throw as

the bathroom door, pounding on it with renewed urgency.

click. I pushed

bathroom.

in ruins. His dark hair clung to his forehead in wet strands, and his lips had

I murmured, my fear manifesting as anger. "Are you

glazed with exhaustion. The temperature of his skin told me

turrfed on the shower again, adjusting it to a

up in thick,