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.

still, unsure what to expect. Sean leaned down, and I felt my heart thunder against my ribs. But instead of claiming my lips, he

from me with such sudden force that I barely registered his movement. He staggered to

lurched toward the hallway

to life-the unmistakable sound of cold water

my palm against the

come in," he growled, his voice tight

be enough," I called through the door, irritation creeping into my

there."

except for his labored

me?" I raised my

away, frustrated

the living room, collecting Sean's water glass to take to the kitchen. After washing it thoroughly, I checked on the

later, I found myself back at the bathroom door. The water was still running-how long did

knocked again, more insistently this

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Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

I could hear 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

hurried to the bathroom door, pounding on it with renewed urgency. "Sean? Are

click. I pushed the door

bathroom.

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

fear manifesting as anger. "Are you trying

clear now of the drug-induced haze but glazed with exhaustion. The temperature of his skin told me

the shower again, adjusting it

billowing up in thick, swirling clouds that blurred the bathroom's edges and