The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 209

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 209: What Kind of Wound Are You Hiding?

Angels Pov

My heart hammered in my chest was it christopher's men? Had they found as again?

The dont swung open, revealing tall silhouette I would recognize anywhere. Bean, "My voice caught in my throat as he stepped into the dim light of the suite.

Without a word, Sean crossed the room in there long strides and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. A sharp, metallic smell hit

me.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself a brief moment in his embrace, my baily inexplicably relaxing despite everything. Then reality returned, and I inhaled sharply.

"Let me go,- demanded, pushing against his chest,

Just another moment," he murmured against my hair, his voice strangely rough. "Let me hold you a

little longer.

I struggled against his grip, "I said let go. When he finally relented, stepped back, studying his face in the dim light. "What is that smell? Is that... blood?"

"It's nothing." he replied, turning slightly away.

"Nothing?" I reached

ed for his jacket, fingers brushing against something damp and sticky. "You're bleeding. Let me see where you're

Sean caught my wrist. "What are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, strained. trying to see where you're injured," I replied, tugging my hand

He straightened his posture, wincing slightly. "It's not my blood. It's someone else's."

My fingers froze on his jacket buttons. "Someone else's? Whose?"

A strange smile curved his lips. "Would it matter to you if I said it was Christopher 37

My breath caught. "Did you... is he...?”

narrowed. "Even after what he

the bruising along his jawline, the small cut above his eyebrow, the way he held himself so

"Now isn't the time for

Are you worried about me, or

me

like this, you're asking something this childish?" I stepped back, frustration replacing concern. "Fine If you don't want me to

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leave, but his finges com

almost pleading. Tim injured

me. I tumed back

vulnerability in

voice gentler now. "My

you

softened, tension visibly draining from his shoulders. "You dont need to apologize. Anything I do for you

down, his face moving

I raised my hand to stop him, but before I could,

For

with blood, his face bruised, and

"Sean, wait-

His kiss deepened, I felt my resolve weaken. I kissed him back, my hands sliding

It coated my tongue, a grim reminder of whatever he'd been through. My stomach churned, and I pushed against him again, harder

"Sean, stop"

couldn't tell if he was pissed I stopped him or if something else was

"Sean?"

need to clean up," he said finally, stepping back. Til return

shadows. If he wouldn't tell me the truth about his

traced his path through the estate until he disappeared into what

medical room. The door remained slightly ajar. allowing

you be injured this severely?" The doctor's voice was sharp with concern. "You

aid.

Thomas's voice joined in, anger

the door, straining

these wounds, you absolutely cannot get them wet for several days.

emain completely dry..."

Sean admitted, "but she

sighed audibly. "That's good. These injuries are alarming-its best that Ms.

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