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 did

eyebrow, the way he

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

worried about me, or

me

something this childish?" I stepped back, frustration replacing concern. "Fine If you don't

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What Kind of Wound

leave, but his finges com the hem

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

me. I tumed back

in his

said, my voice gentler now.

you

from his shoulders. "You dont need to

leaned down, his face

him, but before I could, his Tijh

For

jacket was still damp with blood, his face bruised, and I needed to check hit wounds

"Sean, wait-

shifted. 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, and I pushed against

"Sean, stop"

couldn't tell if he was pissed

"Sean?"

said finally,

the shadows. If he wouldn't tell

estate until he disappeared into what appeared to

door remained slightly ajar. allowing voices to drift into

was sharp with concern. "You need

aid.

Thomas's voice

closer to the door,

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

emain completely dry..."

I'm injured, Sean admitted, "but she

good. These injuries are alarming-its best that

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