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."

he said, his voice dangerously

cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed

comment, draping it around his

should sleep on the sofa, I'll get you

me as

I asked without

"Thank you."

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Why Do You

bedroom,

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

touch...

What about Christina?

question nagged at me. If Sean had been drugged by

but I'd seen them together at events, always

close.

misunderstood their relationship

knock

door. "Do you have an extra blanket?

hand

frustration that I didn't have any

bed.

hallway, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The cashmere throw was wrapped around his shoulders, but I could

I said, holding out my comforter.

it, recognition dawning

fine," I insisted. "I'm not that

his head. "No. I'll be

Sean. Just take it." I

his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that

turned and

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

have worn off, but what if there

check on him," I promised myself as I slipped out of bed.

sleep.

filtering through the large windows. Sean

sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the chill in the

to his forehead. He was

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