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.

amusement in his tone. "Sean is comfortable-well, as

to see

a private flight. Once you arrive

he's even alive?" My voice wavered

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

photograph.

to David. "I want

produced a tablet. He unlocked it and handed it to

Sean lay on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital

happened to him? Did Christopher

his arm with cold precision. "Mrs. Wilson,

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ask Mr.

me the phone back, I demanded, reaching for it. "I need to speak with

his pocket. "Mr. Blake

we leave?" I asked, struggling to control my

"Tomorrow," David replied.

incredulously. "That's not

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

compassionate man who had helped us escape. His face remained

flatly. "Their continued presence could

he could leave. "What happened

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

Mrs. Wilson," he said, closing the door behind

***

each time I closed my eyes. After hours of restless tossing, I decided to head

made my way to the kitchen. In the wine cellar, I selected an expensive bottle of Bordeaux that Christopher had once described as his favorite. I'd barely

shouldn't be drinking

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