The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 191

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 191: Journey into the Unknown

Christopher POV

I can't stop watching her as she sleeps. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the peaceful expression on her face-Angela has never looked more beautiful than she does right now, finally here beside me after all these years.

My fingers trace the contours of her face with a reverence I can finally indulge. The delicate arch of her eyebrows, the perfect slope of her nose, the softness of her lips-all the features I've memorized from afar, now within my reach.

"Sir?" David's voice breaks through my reverte. From the corner of my eye, I notice him shifting uncomfortably in his seat across the aisle, pretending to focus on his tablet rather than witnessing this infimate moment.

Lignore him, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on Angela's furehead,

"Don't blame me, Angela," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the hum of the jet engines.

My mind drifts back through the years, to those university days when I first saw her.

Even then, she'd been extraordinary-brilliant, determined, and utterly unattainable. I went out of my way to attract her notice. even if it meant irritating her. How many times had she excused herself upon seeing me enter a rou?

The memory still stings, but it doesn't matter anymore. She's here with me now, at last.

1 reluctantly tear my gaze from Angela's sleeping form and glance at my watch. "How much longer until we land, David?"

"About twenty minutes until we reach the private airfield, he replies consulting his tablet. "The helicopter will take us to the estate. from there. The entire process should take a little over an hour."

attention already

evident in his voice, "do you think Ms. Wilson and the children

of Aria and Ethan secured in their specialized seats. "Even

Blake, the suite at the coastal estate

"Mm-hmm." I'm barely listening

still return to New York in time. When Ms. Wilson and the children wake, they might simply think they fell asleep in the car. We

face him fully, my patience wearing

regret this, sir," he admits. "In Ms. Wilson's eyes, you've always been her friend and supporter-someone

of it?" I ask, my voice hardening. "Allowing her to reconcile with Sean

falls silent, knowing better than to

Angela's graduation party as if it were

of her dress visible beaund a

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Journey

words to

moves in a game I've

crush her

Christina from

London, 1 orchestral Christina's heroic rescur-all carefully arranged to drive Angela away

Bank's sudden collapse, which thrust Angels and Sean Into a marriage of convenience before

I seized every opportunity to separate

years of patience and planning. Whatever trust I

attention. Angela stirs, her eyelids fluttering, Consciousness is returning sooner than I expected. She opens her eyes slowly, confusion clouding her

I

her back into the plush leather