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 heat spreading

Sean's

behind me

turning around. "Aren't you going

sighed dramatically.

Won't y

you help me?"

I retorted. "Your hands and

hair. "The doctor said I absolutely can't get the wo

my own concern for his

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to on

up from the

brickster. Thept my

his pants, but the movement squeezed

his lips, follored

"Nop," I and

forward. "Don't move. 1'11

mine, surprised

my fingers working carefully at the zipper, easing the

with each

I hesitated, my breath catching as I slid them

was, bold and unapologetic his erection, standing proud and pointing rig right at

face flamed. "What the hell? Are you serious? Is this on

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

at him, my hands on my hips.

don't get like this for

I didn't know how to respond,

"Turn around."

dipped the

avoid the edges of his wound. The intimacy of it- the quiet sound of water dripping, the heat of his

finally, stepping back. "That's enough.

down there?" he asked, glancing

"If I bend

it," I cut in, already heading for

shut behind me, but guilt tugged at

if he couldn't manage? What if

lingered just outside, raising

h for him to