The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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."

said, his voice dangerously soft.

from the hallway closet

draping

should sleep on the sofa,

as I turned toward the hallway

asked without

"Thank you."

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bedroom, eager to put

ceiling, my mind replaying what had happened in the bathroom-the

touch...

What about Christina?

drugged by her, did that mean they weren't together

couple, but I'd

close.

I have misunderstood their relationship all

knock interrupted

the door. "Do you have an extra

a hand

rummaged through my closet, realizing with frustration that I didn't have any spare blankets. All I had was the comforter on

bed.

the hallway, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The cashmere throw was

I said, holding out my comforter.

at it, recognition dawning in his eyes. "This is

I insisted. "I'm

head. "No. I'll be

stubborn, Sean. Just take it." I tried to push the comforter

firmly, his eyes meeting mine with an

word, he turned and walked

woke with a start. The apartment was silent, but something had disturbed my sleep. Worry about Sean's condition nagged at

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

I'll check on him," I promised

sleep.

filtering through the large windows. Sean lay curled on the sofa,

sheen of sweat on his

his

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