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...?”

Sean's eyes narrowed. "Even after what he did to you and our

small cut above his eyebrow, the way he held himself so carefully, as if

said firmly. "Now isn't the time for jealousy.

you worried about me, or

me

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

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leave, but his finges com the hem of my

soft, almost pleading. Tim injured and your still not willing

me. I tumed

vulnerability in his

I said, my voice gentler now. "My reaction

you

from his shoulders. "You dont need to apologize.

leaned down, his face moving

stop him, but before I could, his Tijh found

For

my mind racing his jacket was still damp with blood, his face bruised, and I needed to check hit wounds first.

"Sean, wait-

something shifted. His kiss deepened, I felt my resolve weaken. I kissed him

whatever he'd been through. My stomach churned, and I

"Sean, stop"

if he was pissed I stopped him or if something else

"Sean?"

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

I followed silently, keeping to the shadows. If he wouldn't

his path through the estate until

remained slightly ajar.

you be injured this severely?" The doctor's voice was sharp with concern. "You need hospital treatment, not

aid.

Christopher Blake," Thomas's voice joined in,

door,

cleaning these wounds, you absolutely cannot get them wet for

emain completely dry..."

injured, Sean admitted, "but she

injuries are alarming-its best

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