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.

in his tone. "Sean is comfortable-well, as comfortable as his condition allows-on

want to see him," I

voice softened. "I've arranged a private

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.

to David. "I want to see

into his jacket pocket and produced a tablet. He unlocked it

on what appeared to be a luxurious hospital bed, his face ashen, his torso wrapped in bandages

rising in my throat. "What happened to him? Did Christopher do this? Is this Christopher's

"Mrs. Wilson, I don't have that information.

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to ask Mr. Blake

I demanded, reaching for it. "I need to speak with him

pocket. "Mr. Blake said he

we leave?" I asked, struggling

"Tomorrow," David replied.

"That's not acceptable. We

Instead, he gestured toward the entrance. "This way, Mrs. Wilson. Your former suite has

I searched for any sign of the compassionate man who had helped us escape.

leave immediately," he said flatly. "Their continued presence could jeopardize

quietly before he could leave. "What happened

his eyes-pain, perhaps, or

Wilson," he said, closing the

***

haunted me each time I closed my

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

Wilson, you shouldn't be drinking

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