The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 228

Chapter 222

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 222: He Even Remembered My Cycle Angela POV

It wasn't Christopher at all.

David Chen stepped through the doorway, and relief washed over me

'David! I rushed forward. "Thank goodness you're okay. I was so worried that

I stopped short when I saw his expression. His eyes were cold, his posture rigid as he took a step back, maintaining distance

between us.

"Mrs. Wilson," he said, his voice as detached as his gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Confusion replaced my initial relief. This wasn't the same David who had risked everything to help us escape.

"David, what's going on?" I asked cautiously. "Where's Christopher?

"Mr. Blake isn't here, he replied, his tone formal and impersonal.

My stomach tightened. "Then where is he? And Sean-what has he done with Sean?"

David didn't answer. Instead, he extended his hand, offering me a phone. "Mr. Blake wishes, to speak with you."

I took the phone with trembling fingers, pressing it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Angela." Christopher's smooth voice filled my ear, sending a chill down my spine despite the Mediterranean warmth.

"Where's Sean?" I demanded, skipping any pleasantries.

hint of amusement in his tone. "Sean is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on another one of my islands. Not

see

His voice softened. "I've arranged a private

even alive?" My

faith, Christopher said, the words making my skin crawl, "I've instructed David to show you

photograph.

and turned to David. "I want to see the photo.

jacket pocket and produced a tablet. He unlocked it and handed it to me,

appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face

arm, panic rising in my throat. "What happened to him? Did

precision. "Mrs.

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to ask

phone back, I demanded, reaching

Blake said he will discuss everything with you

leave?" I asked, struggling to control

"Tomorrow," David replied.

"That's not acceptable. We need to go

toward the entrance. "This way, Mrs. Wilson. Your former suite

of the compassionate man who

leave immediately," he said flatly.

he

brief moment, something flickered in his eyes-pain, perhaps, or regret- before the emptiness

said, closing the door

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of Sean's bloodied bandages haunted me each time I closed my eyes. After hours of restless

selected an expensive bottle of Bordeaux that Christopher had once described as his favorite. I'd barely uncorked it when David appeared in

you shouldn't be drinking at this

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