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."

too closely, I grabbed one pair and quickly shut the drawer, aware of

Sean's

me

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

sighed dramatically.

Won't y

you help me?"

I retorted. "Your hands and feet

gently touching my hair. "The doctor said

by my own concern for

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to

bathroom, sheath curled up from the

brickster. Thept my

to unda his pants, but the movement squeezed

escaped his lips, follored

"Nop," I and

forward. "Don't move. 1'11

mine, surprised

working carefully at the

stepped out needly, winning with each (shift of his

came the hovers. I hesitated, my breath catching as I slid them

erection, standing proud and

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

"Come on, Angela. I'm a normal grown man. You're

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

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

to respond, so I

"Turn around."

the clath in warm water and began wiping

the quiet sound of water dripping, the heat of his Uskin under my fingers-felt too

back. "That's enough. You

there?" he asked, glancing over

grin. "If I bend over, the

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

pulling the door shut behind me,

if he couldn't manage? What if he got the wound

outside, raising my voice enough

h for him to