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."

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

Sean's

me only increased my

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

dramatically. "I'm

Won't y

you help me?"

"Your hands

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

trapped by my own concern

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curled up

brickster. Thept my

to unda his pants, but the movement squeezed the

escaped his lips,

"Nop," I and

forward. "Don't move. 1'11

mine, surprised

working carefully at the zipper, easing the fabric

needly, winning with

breath catching

bold and unapologetic his erection, standing proud

face flamed. "What the hell? Are

laugh, a rough, strained sound. "Come on, Angela. I'm a normal grown man. You're touching me-of course this happens. If I didn't react, that's when you

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

for support. "I don't get like this

how to respond,

"Turn around."

I dipped the clath in warm

my touch light, careful to avoid the edges of his wound. The intimacy of it- the quiet sound of water dripping, the heat of his Uskin under my fingers-felt

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

down there?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder with

I bend over, the

I cut in, already heading

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

What if he

lingered just outside, raising

h for him to