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...?”

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

above his eyebrow, the way he held himself

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

Are you worried about me, or

me

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

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turned to leave, but his finges com the

he said, voice suddenly soft, almost pleading. Tim injured

I

in

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

you

draining from his shoulders. "You dont need to

leaned down, his

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

For

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

"Sean, wait-

weaken. I kissed him back, my hands sliding

he'd been through. My stomach churned, and I pushed against him again, harder

"Sean, stop"

tight, staring at me-1 couldn't tell if he was pissed I

"Sean?"

up," he said finally,

shadows. If he wouldn't tell me the truth about his injuries, I would discover

traced his path through the estate until he disappeared into what appeared

remained slightly ajar.

The doctor's voice was sharp with concern. "You need

aid.

damn Christopher Blake," Thomas's voice

the door, straining

you absolutely cannot get them

emain completely dry..."

injured, Sean admitted, "but she hasn't seen

injuries are alarming-its best that Ms. Wilson doesn't

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