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

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

you. Locked in that

locked eyes with Jack. "All day without

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Wilson has been in the guest suite

"When was that?"

"About three hours ago."

time. Something was wrong. Angela

when she came

threw open the guest suite door and

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

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

my arms. Her skin was cool, breathing shallow. As I placed her on the bed, I saw

deinanded, eyes

at

with fake concern. "Oh

you do?" My words came

Nothing!" Her voice rose defensively. "Maybe she fell. These marble floors are

closer, "you can't care this much about her.

"Get out."

"What?"

her, no longer hiding my contempt. "I don't have time for

tears. "You're choosing her

to Angela, moving her hair to examine the wound. The angry gash

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

Vanessa's composure cracked. "Maybe when she

I stood to my full height. "What did you

just asked her to stay in

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

face crumpled. "Christopher, you

The word echoed through

she ran

arrived minutes later. I watched him

about three hours old," he said, turning to me. "What

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