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," I said

raised an

right now,"

physical touch, as if he could see through

sitting beside me, and I can't touch her, can't hold her... and now I

eyes grew even more intense, making me feel

somewhere else? 1 demanded, placing my hand over

my palm. The sensation was warm and soft, sending an unexpected shiver through me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firmly-not

palm with deliberate gentleness, each

I wanted to pull away but found myself frozen,

connection.

through my body. I knew I should stop him,

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Are My Best

arm. When reached my neck,

shiver.

I finally managed,

ww

wandering ones. "Your wand

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

stared at him incredulously, remembering how his face

stitched

against his