The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 231

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 231: I Didn't Force Her

Christopher Pov

The Mediterranean sun cast a goklen glow over the gardens below a watched Angela from the top-floor balcony.

Her slender figure moved gracefully ausang the flowers, necasionally stopping to examine a bloom,

A smile tugged at my lips.

It had been three days since her accident, and still, no memories had returned. I hoped she would remain this innocent and carefree forever, completely mine.

"Mr. Blake."

I turned to find Jack standing in the doorway, his expression tense.

"The local police are here. They're asking to speak with Mrs. Wilson

"Why?" I kept my voice measured, betraying none of the alarm that immediately shot through me.

Jack shifted uncomfortably. "At the airport three days ago, Mrs. Wilson apparently spoke with a female tourist. The woman noticed something... off about her demeanor and reported a potential kidnapping to authorities."

I considered this development carefully. Angela, still disoriented from her memory loss, might have seemed distressed to an observant stranger. I hadn't anticipated this complication

"They want to speak with her directly," Jack continued. "Given her current condition... this could be problematic."

To Jack's evident surprise, I nodded. "Let them see her."

"Sir?"

"There's nothing to worry about," I said, allowing a slight smile to form. "She came here willingly. I didn't force her."

Jack nodded, clearly relieved by my confidence, unaware of the bitter irony of my words.

Angela had indeed come "willingly"—but only because I'd used Sean as leverage. The threat to her ex-husband's safety had been the only reason she'd agreed to meet me.

Angela returned to her suite after her garden walk, her movements betraying exhaustion. She seemed surprised to find me waiting

for her.

tired, I observed. "Are

ate not long ago," she replied,

touched your food, Should I

by the window. "I am hungry, but I feel... wired. Too

offered. Minutes later, a tray arrived with delicate pastries, fresh

the spoon to her lips. I couldn't help staring

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her soup bowl. "What should I

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studied me with surprising

memory. "Are

her question

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right to you. About us, tell

you're my kidnapper?" she asked,

head, managing a rueful smile. "That would cause me

what to do,"

outside, I paced while Angela spoke

Jack hovered nearby,

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him, "Why

faltered. "Perhaps I'm

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her better

emerged.