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

Sean's

chuckle behind me only increased my

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

dramatically. "I'm

Won't y

you help me?"

retorted. "Your hands and

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

my own concern for his

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with you back. But your to on your rom for the

the bathroom, sheath curled up from the cat slime

brickster. Thept my

to unda his pants, but the movement squeezed

his

"Nop," I and

move. 1'11

mine, surprised but

my fingers working carefully at the zipper, easing the fabric then his

out needly, winning with each (shift of

my breath catching as I slid them down

bold and unapologetic his erection, standing

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

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

him, my hands on my hips. "A grown man should have

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

again. I didn't know how to respond,

"Turn around."

the sink as I dipped the clath in warm water

my touch light, careful to avoid the edges of his wound. The intimacy of it- the quiet sound

"That's enough. You can do

asked, glancing over his

grin. "If I bend over, the

cut in, already heading for the door. "Figure it

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

What if

outside, raising my voice enough

h for him to