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

Wilson arrived as scheduled. Miss Mitchell was already here when

Wilson is nothing but trouble," Vanessa said, eyes narrowed. She's manipulating you. Locked in that room all day without making a sound. It's all

with Jack. "All day without a

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tightened. "Mrs. Wilson has been in the

"When was that?"

"About three hours ago."

two at a time. Something was

she came to find

threw open the guest suite door and

marble floor, one arm outstretched, dark hair spread around her pale

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Was

her pulse, Steady but weak. Jack! Get

was cool, breathing shallow. As I placed her on the bed, I

deinanded, eyes

in the doorway, phone at his ear.

fake concern. "Oh my, is she

do?" My words came

Her voice rose defensively. "Maybe

"you can't care this much

"Get out."

"What?"

no longer hiding my contempt.

tears. "You're choosing her

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

does she have a head wound?" I

composure cracked.

my full height.

just asked her to stay in the

hands clenched into fists. "If I see you here again, I

crumpled.

word echoed through the

sobbing as she

minutes later. I watched him examine Angela, clean and

injury is about three hours old," he said,

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