The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 199

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 199: I Don't Need Your Sympathy

Angela POV

1 paced across the luxurious marble floors of my suite, stealing glances at the clock, Christopher had been absent for hours.

n their adjoining room

Aris and Ethan played quietly in

"Mommy, when can we go home? Ethan's small voice called from the doorway.

"Soon, sweetheart," I lied, forcing a smile. "Very soon.

My mind raced with possibilities

Christopher's sudden absence was concerning was he arranging for get another relocation?

Planning some new manipulation?

Whatever it was, his disappearance gave

precious time to s search or

or any means of communication or escape.

I reached for the door, intent on investigating the villa while he was away, when it swung open unexpectedly. Christopher stood before me, dressed in a casual linen suit I'd never seen before.

"Angela." My name on his lips carried an unmistakable note of joy.

"Where have you been?" I asked, keeping my voice deliberately cold

"Handling some urgent business matters." His smile remained unfaltering, as though my frosty reception couldn't touch him.

I ran my eyes critically over his new attire. "Business matters require a costume change?"

playful

existence.

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his lips. "So you do notice what I wear. I

remain composed. "We need to

you like to discuss things over dinner? The chef has prepared Mediterranean seafood

hungry," I replied. "Let's go to the front terrace. I need

the marble corridor lined, Christopher removed his linen jacket and draped it over my shoulders in one

be cool," he murmured, his voice

was to shrug it off immediately-reject any pretense of intimacy between us. But David's revelations about

extended over the cliff edge, offering an unobstructed view of the Mediterranean stretching endlessly before

have been breathtaking. Now,

you," I

to face him directly.

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sharpened insotly. "What

"About your mother?

easy charm vanishing as his

he said, his voice dropping

privilege of knowing

challenged. "Sean and

a short, cold laugh. "Is that what

his struggle for composure, seeing glimpses

continued, regaining some control, "because I didn't want your approach

clarified, not wanting David to suffer for helping me. "It's

toward my face, his fingers stopping just short of contact. Always

approach. "Christopher, your past doesn't have to define your future.

shadones -

all in the past," he interrupted sharply. "I'd rather

an intimate whisper. "I promise you, I will never treat you the way my father treated my mather. I'll be a good husband to you, and a good father to Aria and

presumption in his words

what you want. I won't give you what you

completely ignored my rejection, his mind seemingly unable to process it.

refusing to genuinely communicate," I warned, "I'll refuse to see you at