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."

said, his voice dangerously soft.

a cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed it to

comment, draping it around

should sleep on the sofa, I'll get

as

I asked without turning

"Thank you."

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continued toward my bedroom,

to come. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying what had happened in the bathroom-the

touch...

What about Christina?

at me. If Sean had been drugged by her,

a couple, but I'd seen them together at events, always perfectly

close.

I have misunderstood their

soft knock

"Do you have an extra blanket?

a hand through

frustration that I didn't have any

bed.

a sigh, 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 around his shoulders, but I could see he was still shivering

out my comforter.

looked down at it, recognition dawning

fine," I insisted. "I'm not

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

I tried to push the comforter

eyes meeting mine with

word, he turned and walked back to the

I woke with a start. The apartment was silent,

might have worn off, but what if there were side

last time I'll check on him," I promised myself as I slipped out

sleep.

bathed in moonlight filtering through the large windows. Sean

of sweat on his forehead despite the chill in

to his

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