The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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

as scheduled. Miss Mitchell was already here

She's manipulating you. Locked in that

with Jack. "All

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been

"When was that?"

"About three hours ago."

at a time.

not when she came

the guest

floor, one arm outstretched, dark hair spread

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Was

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

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

deinanded, eyes not

doorway, phone at his ear. "The doctor

him with fake concern. "Oh my, is she hurt 1

My words came out

Her voice rose defensively. "Maybe she

she continued, stepping closer, "you can't care this much about her. After everything between

"Get out."

"What?"

hiding my contempt. "I don't have

with tears. "You're choosing

moving her hair to examine the wound. The angry gash against her pale

she have a head wound?" I asked, voice

don't know." Vanessa's composure cracked. "Maybe when she

to my full height. "What

asked her to stay in

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

crumpled. "Christopher,

word echoed

she ran down the

later. I watched him examine

injury is about three hours old," he said, turning to