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."

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

Sean's

chuckle behind me only increased my

I asked, turning around. "Aren't you going to shower

dramatically. "I'm

Won't y

you help me?"

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

rising. Sean softened his approach, gently touching my hair. "The doctor said I absolutely

trapped by my own concern for

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But your to

up from the cat slime

brickster. Thept my

to unda his pants, but the movement squeezed the

his

"Nop," I and

move. 1'11 de

met mine, surprised but

carefully at the zipper, easing the

with each (shift of

hesitated, my breath

unapologetic his erection, standing proud and

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

laugh, a rough, strained sound. "Come on, Angela. I'm a normal grown man. You're

my hips. "A grown man

He smirked, leaning against the wall for support. "I don't get like

I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't.

"Turn around."

the clath in

wound. The intimacy of it- the quiet sound of water dripping, the heat of his Uskin under my fingers-felt too familiar,

back. "That's enough. You can

he asked, glancing over his shoulder

grin. "If I bend

tolerate it," I cut in, already

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

if he couldn't manage? What if

just outside, raising my voice enough

h for him to