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."

underwear. Without looking too closely, I grabbed one pair and quickly shut the drawer, aware of the heat spreading

Sean's

behind me only increased my

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

sighed dramatically.

Won't y

you help me?"

I retorted. "Your hands and feet

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

my own

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But your to on your rom

up from the cat slime

brickster. Thept my

pants, but the movement squeezed the

his escaped his lips, follored

"Nop," I and

"Don't move. 1'11 de

met mine,

the zipper, easing the fabric

with each (shift of his

hesitated, my breath catching as I slid them

erection, standing proud and pointing rig right at

I yelped, jerking back as my face flamed. "What the hell?

had the nerve to laugh, a rough, strained sound. "Come on, Angela. I'm a normal grown man. You're touching me-of course this happens. If I

on my hips. "A grown

support. "I don't get like this for

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

"Turn around."

the sink as I dipped the clath in warm water and began

to avoid the edges of his wound. The intimacy of it- the quiet sound of water

finally, stepping back. "That's enough. You can

there?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder

I

cut in, already heading for the door.

the door shut behind me, but

he couldn't manage? What if he got

lingered just outside, raising my voice

h for him to