The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 189

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."

he said, his voice dangerously soft. "but he

cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed it

accepted the blanket without comment, draping it around his

on the sofa, I'll

as I turned toward the

asked without

"Thank you."

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nodded curtly and continued toward my bedroom,

ceiling, my mind replaying what had happened

touch...

What about Christina?

Sean had been drugged by

couple, but I'd seen them together at

close.

their relationship all

soft knock interrupted

through the door. "Do you

sat up, running a hand

have any

bed.

I 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

I said, holding out

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

fine," I insisted. "I'm not

back, shaking his head. "No. I'll

take it." I tried to push the

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

and walked back

when I woke with a start. The apartment was silent,

drug Christina had given him might have worn off,

the last time I'll check on him," I promised myself as I slipped out of bed. The

sleep.

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

of sweat on his forehead despite the chill in the

palm to his forehead.

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