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.

at me like that," I

an eyebrow. "Like

you're doing right now," I replied

any physical touch, as if he could see through every defense

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

grew even more intense, making me feel utterly exposed. Fristrated, I sat up

demanded, placing my hand over his

lips brushing against my palm. The sensation was warm and soft, sending an unexpected shiver through me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he

palm with deliberate gentleness,

a warmth I hadn't felt in years. I wanted to pull away but found myself

connection.

sent currents of electricity through

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wrist, then up my arm. When reached

shiver.

finally managed, my

ww

his wandering ones. "Your

scratch," he murmured,

incredulously, remembering how his face

cleaned and stitched the jagged gash across

pushed firmly against his chest,