The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 212

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 212: You Are My Best Painkiller

Angels Pov

I laid the pillow on Sean's bed and straightened the blanket, artet ware of his pee burning into my

"Didn't you ask me to stay with you tonight?" I said, Trying to keep my votre casual despite the tension crackling between on

Sean's eyes darkened, something dangerous flickering in their depths He moved closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Stay with me? Ate you sure about that?"

His proximity brought his scent-antiseptic mixed with his natural warmthe- washing over me, I felt my peise quicken, a traitorous reaction I couldn't control. Instinctively, I pulled the blanket closer, creating a barrier between us.

Sean chuckled at my defensive gesture, "You said you'd stay, yet you still guarding against mer

I'm only staying because I'm concerned your wound might get infected, I clarified immediately, bristling at his assumption. "Don't misunderstand. If you continue like this, Ell go back to the children's room right now,"

I made a show of rising from the bed, but Sean's hand caught my wrist.

"Wait, don't go. His sudden movement pulled at his injury, and his face drained of color. A pained groan escaped his lips despite his obvious effort to suppress it.

He forced a pale smile through his obvious discomfort. "Why are you angry? Look at me-I can barely move without feeling like I'm being stabbed. What could I possibly do? Even if I wanted to, my body won't cooperate."

Despite his injured state, his eyes remained filled with desire-that unmistakable, raw hunger of a man for a woman, unmasked and unapologetic.

stop looking at me like that,"

an eyebrow. "Like

doing right

intimate than any physical touch, as if

said softly, “isn't that a bit harsh? The woman I love is sitting beside me, and I

making me feel utterly exposed.

look somewhere else? 1 demanded, placing my hand over

shiver through me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firmly-not painfully, but with

kissing my palm with deliberate gentleness, each touch

I wanted to pull away

connection.

one in turn. Every touch sent currents of electricity through my body. I

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You Are

my hand to my wrist, then up my arm. When reached my neck, his warm breath

shiver.

cant." I finally managed, my

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his wandering ones. "Your

a scratch," he murmured, his voice husky. "It doesn't

incredulously, remembering how his face had contorted

cleaned and stitched the jagged gash

against his chest, keeping