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.

look tired, I observed.

long ago," she

touched your food, Should I have

"I am hungry, but I feel... wired. Too alert to eat

something light," I offered. Minutes later, a tray arrived with delicate pastries, fresh fruit, and a bowl of clear

the spoon to her lips. I couldn't help staring as she sipped the broth, transfixed by the curve

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Didn't

mouth

at me like that?" she asked suddenly, lowering

"What's wrong

at my fiancée?" I countered, the

shifted uncomfortably. "It feels...

"Do you remember meeting anyone at the airport three days ago? A woman

"No. Why

concerns that might be

her soup bowl. "What should

them you're here of your

me

"Are

of her question caught me off

we're lovers,"

fell silent, processing this information. "What do

to you. About us, tell

my kidnapper?" she asked,

rueful smile.

what to do," she said

the corridor outside, I paced while Angela spoke with the officers in the

Jack hovered nearby, clearly

it was wise to

glanced at him, "Why so nervous,

faltered.

You m

knew her

the police emerged. Jack