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.

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

he was gone, pushing away from me with such sudden force

toward the hallway leading to my

life-the unmistakable

pressed my palm against the bathroom door.

he growled, his voice tight with

shower should be enough," I called through the door, irritation creeping into my concern.

there."

response came except for

hear me?" I

I turned away, frustrated by the entire

collecting Sean's water glass to take to the kitchen. After washing it thoroughly, I checked on the twins. Aria and Ethan remained peacefully

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

knocked again,

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Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

have been pain or something else entirely. The thought

to the living room, wrapping myself in a cashmere throw as I curled into the corner of

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

click. I pushed the

bathroom.

wet strands, and his lips had taken on a bluish tinge that alarmed me. I knelt beside him, pressing my palm to his cheek. His skin was ice

fear manifesting as anger. "Are you trying to make

temperature of his skin told me the drug's effects had passed, but

the shower again, adjusting it

steam billowing up in thick, swirling clouds that