The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 205

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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notice what I wear. I was beginning to think you were completely indifferent

to remain composed. "We need

down the hallway, "Would you like to discuss

go to the front terrace. I need some fresh

walked through the marble corridor lined, Christopher removed his linen jacket

evening sea breeze can be cool," he murmured, his

intimacy between us. But David's revelations about

cliff edge, offering an unobstructed view of the

circumstances, the beauty might have been

you," I said quietly,

to face him directly.

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insotly. "What about

"About your mother?

his easy charm vanishing as his face

dropping to

the privilege of

friends?" I challenged. "Sean and I always considered you

cold laugh. "Is

glimpses of the wounded child beneath

you," he continued, regaining some control, "because I didn't want your approach to be based on sympathy, But now that you know-it was

I quickly clarified, not wanting David

always so kind, even now. He reached toward my face,

doesn't have to define your

shadones -

he interrupted sharply. "I'd rather not

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

presumption in his words chilled

what you want. I

rejection, his mind seemingly unable to process it. "You've barely eaten

communicate," I warned, "I'll

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