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...?”

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

jawline, the small cut above his eyebrow, the way

I said firmly. "Now isn't the time for jealousy. Let me see

you worried about

me

something this childish?" I stepped back, frustration replacing concern.

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of Wound Are

his finges

almost pleading. Tim injured and

me. I tumed back

in

sorry," I said, my voice gentler now. "My reaction was too harshet

you

his shoulders. "You dont need to apologize. Anything I do for you is my choice,

his face moving toward

stop him, but

For

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

"Sean, wait-

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

grim reminder of whatever he'd been through. My stomach churned, and I pushed

"Sean, stop"

lips tight, staring at me-1 couldn't tell if he was pissed I stopped him or if something else

"Sean?"

to clean up," he said

he left, I followed silently, keeping to the shadows. If he wouldn't tell me the truth about his injuries, I would

until he

ajar.

could you be injured this severely?" The doctor's voice was

aid.

Blake," Thomas's voice joined

pressed closer to the door, straining to hear

after cleaning these wounds, you

emain completely dry..."

Sean admitted, "but she hasn't seen

injuries are alarming-its best

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209: What Kind of Wound