The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 232

Chapter 232: The Name in the Depths of Memory

Angela POV

You did well, Angela, Christopher said, reclining in his chair. His pression held approval, maybe even admiration.

The gap in my memory felt like an abyss, but my Instincts screamed hat something was wrong with this arrangement.

Since I've been cooperative," I ventured, "Tu like a reward."

Christopher leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes. "What kind of reward?"

1 want to go out alone. Just for a while." I gestured toward the window where the Mediterranean sparkled in the distance. "To feel the air, see the shops. I've been cooped up since my accident."

His expression darkened immediately. "That's not possible."

Why not? You said we were engaged. Don't you trust me

Christopher sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's not about trust, Angela. You've lost your memory. You don't place-it's a private island. You could get lost or hurt."

"Or is it that you're afraid I'll escape? The words slipped out before could stop them.

know this

Something flashed in his eyes-anxiety, perhaps before he composed himself. "There's no need for such dramatic language. Im protecting you, not imprisoning you."

I crossed my arms. "Then let me go out. With minimal supervision.

"Angela-

I just want a little freedom," I said, careful to mask my deeper suspicions. "Is that too much to ask from my fiancé?"

Christopher stood, approaching slowly until he knelt before me. "My eelings for you are real. Words can lie, but genuine emotion doesn't. I understand your need for space, but I worry about your sality."

His proximity made my skin crawl despite the tenderness in his voice

"Fine," he conceded finally. "You can go out, but someone must accompany you. Your choice-any staff member, including female employees if that makes you more comfortable."

about that man... the one who brought me

tightened. "Why

don't know, He

security then, Christopher countered. "David

"That's unnecessary," I protested.

His tone

something stirred in me-not recognition exactly,

of the revulsion I

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mine brielly pull and sunsething more complex swimming in their

formally, but his voice held a gentless that

of discomfort around David, his expression hardening. "You'll stay at least twenty feet behind her at all times,

boutiques, and cafés. Despite the beautiful surroundings, I

upscale café, Jack excused himself to use the restroom, leaving

before, didn't we?" I asked David quietly when lock was out of

gave a slight nod, his eyes meeting mine briefly. He sighed, thin looked at me with that guilty, sympathetic

other for five years," he

voice low. "Then you must know what's

happening here."

the opportunity. "Who am I really? What's

he's lying about being my

restroom. "You're right.

am I here? What

"Mrs. Wilson, 1-

loyal to him,

hands tensed on

before David could elaborate, forcing us to abandon the conversation.

us and

anything important?" David whispered while I pretended to examine a silk scarf. "Anything about

electric current, resonating through my body with unexpected

recesses of my mind-a warmth, an ache, a powerful

caught, as if my body remembered what my mind could not

managed to ask, my