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

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

I reply, studying the peaceful faces of Aria and Ethan secured in their specialized

Blake, the suite at the coastal estate has been prepared

"Mm-hmm." I'm barely listening

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

him fully, my patience wearing thin. "What

her friend and supporter-someone reliable and

of it?" I ask, my voice hardening. "Allowing her

silent, knowing better than to

as if it were yesterday,

the hem of her dress visible beaund a large

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Journey into the

ensued Sean splike certain words to Christina within first

moves in a game I've

designed O crush her hopes.

to Christina

required my presence in London, 1 orchestral Christina's heroic rescur-all carefully arranged to drive

anticipated Wilson Investment Bank's sudden collapse, which thrust Angels and Sean Into

my return to New York, I seized every opportunity to separate Angela from Sean's

patience and planning. Whatever trust I might lose from Angela,

Consciousness is returning sooner than I expected. She opens her eyes slowly, confusion clouding her features

up, only to lose her balance. I

back into the plush