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

couldn't finish the question,

the

words in my throat.

The doctor

assure you that while severe, it's manageable. If it had

slightly but made no sound. His jaw

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

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if he has any other injuries,”

his obvious discomfort. "Angela, I'm not injured down there. Are you sure you want

Heat flooded

my

be deterred. "I need to

"Mr. Shaw needs rest now. Make

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

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

around his midsection was stark

medication bottles

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for pain, I murmired, organizing the pills by when they needed to be taken. "And these are

skin

eyes on me, watching my every movement with caught

face, quickly masked

you eaten dinner? I asked suddenly, realizing I

now.

answer,

me everything I needed to

taken with food," I pointed out, picking

should rest, Angela," Sean said softly. "You've

time. After all, the children and I are counting on you to get us safely

get you back

crossed Sean's face. "So you're only

I averted my gaze, suddenly finding the pill bottles fascinating. "I'm only taking care of you like this

children.

headed for the door. At the threshold, I paused and looked back at him. Tm going to make

1 returned carrying a bowl of creamy mushroom soup. I found Sean lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking exhausted,

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

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

my gaze.