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.

Sean leaned down, and I felt my heart thunder against my ribs. But instead of claiming

force that I

lurched toward the hallway leading to

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

palm against the bathroom

in," he growled, his voice

shower should be enough," I called through the door, irritation creeping into my concern. "Don't

there."

came except for his

me?" I raised

nothing. I turned away, frustrated by

glass to take to the kitchen. After washing it thoroughly, I checked on the twins. Aria and Ethan remained peacefully asleep, blissfully unaware of the

door. The water was still running-how long did he intend

again, more insistently this

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Chapter 181: Midnight Dilemma

sounds-controlled, stifled neises that could have been pain or something else entirely. The thought made heat

more futile attempts, I gave up. Let him freeze if that's what he wanted. I retreated to the living room, wrapping myself in a cashmere throw as I curled into the corner of

on it

heard the lock click. I pushed the door open and stepped into

bathroom.

the wall beside the shower, his once-immaculate suit in ruins. His dark hair clung to his forehead in wet strands, and his lips had taken on a bluish

murmured, my fear manifesting as anger. "Are you trying to make yourself

now of the drug-induced haze but glazed with exhaustion. The temperature of his skin told me the drug's effects had passed,

shower again, adjusting it

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