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.

a hint of amusement in his tone. "Sean is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on another one of my islands.

to see

His voice softened. "I've arranged a private flight. Once you arrive at my

do I know he's even alive?" My

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

photograph.

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

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

the screen. Sean lay on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, his torso

throat. "What happened to him? Did Christopher

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

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ask Mr. Blake

demanded, reaching

stepped back, slipping the phone into his pocket. "Mr. Blake said he

do we leave?" I asked, struggling to

"Tomorrow," David replied.

1 echoed incredulously. "That's not acceptable. We need

way, Mrs. Wilson. Your former suite has been

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

flatly. "Their continued presence could jeopardize Mr. Shaw's

quietly before he could leave. "What happened

his eyes-pain, perhaps, or regret- before

he said, closing

***

proved impossible. Images of Sean's bloodied bandages haunted me each time I closed my eyes. After hours of restless tossing,

I selected an expensive

you shouldn't be drinking at this

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