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...?”

concerned about him?" Sean's eyes narrowed. "Even after what he did to you

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

isn't the time for jealousy. Let me see

worried about me,

me

asking something this childish?" I stepped back, frustration replacing

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turned to leave, but his finges

almost pleading. Tim injured and your still not

I tumed

vulnerability in his

now. "My reaction was

you

"You dont need to apologize. Anything

leaned down, his face moving

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

For

damp with blood, his face bruised, and I needed to check hit wounds first.

"Sean, wait-

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

whatever he'd been through. My stomach churned,

"Sean, stop"

at me-1 couldn't tell if he was pissed I stopped him or if

"Sean?"

said

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

estate until he

medical room. The door remained slightly ajar. allowing

voice was

aid.

Christopher Blake," Thomas's voice joined in,

pressed closer to the door,

Shaw, after cleaning these wounds, you absolutely cannot get them wet for

emain completely dry..."

I'm injured, Sean admitted, "but she hasn't seen the

good. These injuries are alarming-its best that Ms.

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Kind of Wound Are