The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 210

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 210: Stay, Just Tonight-1

Angels POV

"Doctor, hoe badly is he injured? Please treat his wounds right for argument.

Пl staying to watch," I commanded, my are leaving no mon

The doctor glanced between Sean and me before nodding. "Of course, Mrs. Wilson. I'll begin immediately.

Sean remained seated on the examination table, still clutching his jacket closed.

The atmosphere in the medical room felt thick with tension, while Thomas hovered nearby, clearly uncomfortable with my presence

"Mr. Shaw, I need you to remove your shirt to properly assess and trout the wounds, the doctor said, preparing his supplies.

Sean's eyes found mine across the room, hesitation evident in his gaze. I couldn't understand his reluctance-1d seen him without shirt countless times before.

"What are you waiting for?" I asked impatiently.

ng his sh

With a resigned sigh, Sean began slowly unbuttoning shirt, his movements stiff and deliberate. Growing frustrated with his pace. I crossed the room and sat beside him on the examination table.

"Let me help, I said, my fingers moving to the buttons he struggled with. Despite my brisk tone, my hands were gentle, careful not to disturb whatever injuries lay beneath the fabric.

Sean suddenly captured my wrist, halting my movements. "Gently, Angela," he murmured, his voice low and strained.

That single request made my heart constrict. How bad were his injuries if even the slightest pressure caused him pain?

As 1 carefully peeled back his shirt, I couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped my lips.

A massive wound stretched across his abdomen-an a

angry, jagged life that looked like it had been made by a sharp object. Blood still seeped from parts of it despite earlier attempts to clean it.

The surrounding skin was bruised and swollen.

My hand flew to my mouth as the color drained from my face. This wasn't just a minor injury-this was serious, potentially life-threatening.

Sean immediately covered my eyes with his hand. "Don't look," he said softly. It's not as bad as it appears."

as bad?" I whispered, my voice trembling as I pulled his hand away Sean this... is there any risk of..."

"Not as

finish the question, fear

the

words in my throat.

The doctor

looks frightening, Mrs. Wilson, but I assure you that while severe, it's manageable. If it had been any deeper, we would be dealing with significant

slightly but made no sound. His jaw remained clenched, the only indication of

the wound was disinfected, stitched, and bandaged, the doctor

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want to check if he has any other injuries,” I insisted, alreaily

I'm not injured

Heat flooded

my

be deterred. "I need to make sure you're not hiding any other

up his supplies. "Mr. Shaw needs rest now. Make sure he takes his medication as

doctor and Thomas left, closing the door behind them, I found myself alone with Sean in

Sean was propped up against pillows in his bedroom, the soft light casting shadows across his bare

bandage around his midsection was stark white against his

studying the medication bottles the doctor had provided.

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I murmired, organizing the pills by when they needed to be taken. "And these are antibiotics-twire

my skin

Sean's eyes on me, watching my

on his face, quickly masked when our eyes

eaten dinner? I asked suddenly, realizing I hadn't

now.

didn't answer,

me everything I

food," I pointed out, picking

Angela," Sean said softly. "You've been taking care of

to make sure you eat something and take your medication on time. After all, the children and I are counting on

to get you back

flicker of disappointment crossed Sean's face. "So you're only

warm as I fumbled for words. Of course... of course hot... but don't misunderstand me either..." I averted my gaze, suddenly finding the pill bottles fascinating. "I'm only taking care of you like this because you got injured protecting me and

children.

for the door. At the threshold, I paused and looked back at him. Tm going to make you dinner. 111 be

lying on the

admit, the man had a handsome face-strong, defined

studying him, his eyes suddenly opened, and he smiled at me. I felt my face flush as if I'd

my gaze.