The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 211

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 211: Help with Bathing

Angels POV

Despite suspecting he might be exaggerating to keep me close, I can't ignore the doctor's warnings about his wound.

"Tine," Tranceded. "Just tonight."

Relief washed over his features. "Thank you" -

"Let me check the children first," I said, slipping away to the adjacent room.

Aria and Ethan were sound asleep, their peaceful faces a stark contra to the terror they'd experienced over the past days. I gently adjusted their blankets before quietly closing the door and returning to Sean's room.

He looked

up

when I entered. "Are they asleep?"

"They've been asleep for hours," I replied. "They were asking about you earlier. The Mediterranean escape exhausted them."

rap his arm around me. I'm sorry didn't find you sooner. You all suffered because of my delay."

Sean approached, attempting to wrap

I noticed his scent had changed-the expensive cologne replaced by the metallic smell of blood mixed with sweat. The doctor's description of the deep wound across his abdomen flashed through my mind, and I gently pushed him away.

You should clean up and change these clothes," I said.

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Can't stand my smell? Or just put off by how I look?" "Both," I answered truthfully.

Considering his injuries would make movement difficult, I walked to his closet and grabbed a robe, handing it to him.

"You're forgetting something." Sean called from behind me. "Unless you don't mind me going commando."

I felt my cheeks warm, "Where are your underwear?"

"Top drawer."

organized rows of expensive underwear. Without looking too closely, I grabbed one pair and quickly shut the drawer,

Sean's

me

you waiting for?" I asked, turning around. "Aren't you going

sighed dramatically. "I'm

Won't y

you help me?"

injured, not disabled," I retorted. "Your hands and feet still

rising. Sean softened his approach, gently touching my hair. "The doctor said I absolutely can't get the wo

hesitated, trapped by my own concern

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with you back. But your to

sheath curled up from the cat slime

brickster. Thept my

unda his pants, but the movement

escaped his lips,

"Nop," I and

"Don't move. 1'11 de

eyes met mine,

fingers working carefully at the zipper, easing

stepped out needly, winning with each

came the hovers. I hesitated, my breath catching as

erection, standing proud and pointing rig

jerking back as my face flamed. "What the hell? Are you serious? Is

on, Angela. I'm a normal grown man. You're touching me-of course this happens.

my hips. "A grown man should have

support. "I don't get

didn't know how to respond, so I didn't. Instead, I grabbed the washcloth,

"Turn around."

obeyed, bracing himself against the sink as I dipped the clath in warm water and began

intimacy of it- the quiet sound of water dripping, the heat of his Uskin under

"That's enough.

asked,

"If I

already heading for the door. "Figure it

the hall, pulling the door shut behind me, but guilt tugged at

What if

I lingered just outside,

h for him to