The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Chapter 183

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 183: Why Do You Have Men's Clothes?

Angela POV

I stood in the hallway, my soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin.

The cool air against my heated skin reminded me of the reality of our situation- ex-spouses with children, not lovers.

I was just helping him, I told myself. Even if we had actually made love, it wouldn't mean anything.

Pulling myself together, I grabbed a fresh set of men's clothing from the guest room drawer and returned to the bathroom door.

"Sean? I've brought you something to change into."

"These should fit," I said quickly, already retreating.

I had changed into dry pajamas and was preparing hot tea in the kitchen when Sean emerged. The clothes hung loosely on his frame-dark sweatpants and a black t-shirt that was at least two sizes too large.

"Where did these clothes come from?" he asked.

"What?"

"Another man's clothes. I won't wear them," he stated flatly.

"Fine. I'll call Thomas to bring you something else. Or better yet, I'll have him take you

I turned to reach for my phone, but felt a tug on the hem of my pajama top.

Sean's fingers lightly held the fabric, his touch hesitant yet unmistakably a plea.

home."

"Don't send me away," he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I'll wear them."

The T-shirt was clearly meant for a much bigger man, hanging loose and shapeless on Sean's tall, muscular frame. It looked ridiculous on him, a far cry from his usual sharp suits that fit him perfectly.

"They're Christopher's, aren't they?" he finally asked.

I responded impatiently, "Yes."

see," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "but he

a cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed

draping it around his

the sofa, I'll get you a

as I turned toward the hallway

asked without turning

"Thank you."

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Why Do

nodded curtly and continued toward my bedroom, eager to

the ceiling, my

touch...

What about Christina?

had been drugged by her,

a couple, but I'd seen

close.

misunderstood their relationship all

soft knock

through the door. "Do you have an extra blanket? It's cold

a hand

rummaged through my closet, realizing with frustration that I didn't have any spare blankets. All

bed.

pulled it off and opened the door. Sean stood in the hallway, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The cashmere throw was wrapped around his shoulders, but I could see he was still shivering

holding out my

recognition dawning in his eyes. "This is

insisted. "I'm not

back, shaking his head. "No. I'll be fine with

Just take it." I tried to push the comforter

no,” he repeated firmly, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that

and walked back

The apartment was silent, but something had disturbed my sleep. Worry about Sean's condition

had given him might have worn off, but what if there were

him," I

sleep.

windows. Sean lay curled on the sofa, his body tense even

sheen of sweat on his

my palm to his forehead.

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