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.

"Sean is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on another one of my islands. Not far from here,

want to see

here, isn't it?" His voice softened. "I've arranged a private flight. Once you arrive at my residence, Sean will be

know he's even

words making

photograph.

the call and turned to David. "I want

his jacket pocket and produced a tablet. He unlocked

lay on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, his torso wrapped in bandages that showed rusty stains of dried blood seeping

throat. "What happened to him? Did

arm with cold precision. "Mrs. Wilson, I don't have that information.

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to ask Mr.

reaching for it. "I need

his pocket. "Mr. Blake said he will discuss

do we leave?" I asked, struggling to control my rising

"Tomorrow," David replied.

"That's not

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

who had helped us escape. His face remained impassive as he opened the door to

leave immediately," he said flatly. "Their continued presence could jeopardize Mr. Shaw's

said quietly before he could leave.

something flickered in his eyes-pain, perhaps, or regret- before

said, closing the

***

me each time I closed my

quiet as I made my way to the kitchen. In the wine cellar, I selected an expensive bottle

shouldn't be drinking

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