The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 231

Chapter 225

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 225: Was She Hurt?

Christopher POV

I pushed open the door to my Mediterranean villa, muscles tense from a long day

of meetings. Good to be back. The thought of Angela waiting upstairs made the fatigue worth it.

Vanessa Mitchell appeared in the entrance hall, rushing toward me with open

arms.

"Christopher! Finally! I've been waiting all day!"

I stared at her, cold and direct. "Vanessa. What are you doing here?"

She reached for my hand, her smile faltering slightly. "I missed you. When I heard

you were in the Mediterranean, I had to see you."

I pulled my hand away and scanned the room. "Where's Jack?"

"Jack? Somewhere around." She waved dismissively. "Aren't you happy to see me? I came all this way-"

"Jack!" I called, cutting her off.

He appeared from a side hallway, face professionally blank. "Sir."

"Get Ms. Mitchell out. Now."

Vanessa's smile vanished. "You can't be serious! I flew across an ocean for you!"

"Didn't ask you to," I said, already heading for the stairs. "I have business to handle."

"More important than me?" Her voice sharpened. "Like that Wilson woman upstairs?"

I stopped. Turned slowly. Vanessa took a step back when she saw my face.

did you just

weight. "Sir, Mrs. Wilson arrived as scheduled. Miss Mitchell was already

eyes narrowed. She's manipulating you. Locked

locked eyes with Jack. "All day

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tightened. "Mrs. Wilson has been

"When was that?"

"About three hours ago."

a time. Something

she came to

the guest suite door

marble floor, one arm outstretched, dark hair spread around her pale face. Blood had pooled

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beside her fingers finding her pulse, Steady but weak. Jack! Get the

how light she felt in my arms. Her skin was cool, breathing shallow. As I placed her on the bed, I saw the dark bruise at her temple with a

deinanded,

in the doorway, phone at his

fake concern. "Oh my, is she hurt 1 had no

do?" My words came out

Nothing!" Her voice rose defensively. "Maybe she

"you can't care this much about her. After everything

"Get out."

"What?"

Out." I faced her, no longer hiding my

tears. "You're choosing her

her hair to examine the wound. The angry gash

does she have a head wound?" I asked, voice

know." Vanessa's composure cracked.

stood to my full

I just asked her to stay in

house." My hands clenched into fists. "If I see you here

face crumpled. "Christopher,

The word echoed through

as she ran down the

watched him

about three hours old," he said, turning

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