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."

man... the one who brought me here?

tightened. "Why

He seems... familiar

need additional security then, Christopher countered. "David

"That's unnecessary," I protested.

His tone

arrived, something stirred in

the revulsion

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brielly pull and sunsething more

acknowledged formally, but his

"You'll stay at least

gleamed with luxury boutiques, and cafés. Despite the beautiful surroundings, I couldnt relax with David

to use the restroom, leaving David me

before, didn't we?" I asked David quietly

He sighed, thin looked

known each other for five

keeping my voice low. "Then

happening here."

"Who am I really?

he's lying about

toward the restroom. "You're right. You're not

am I here? What does he want from

"Mrs. Wilson, 1-

to him, are you?" I

tensed on the table. "It's

before David could elaborate, forcing us to abandon the conversation. As we moved to a boutique, I maneuvered to

between us

while I pretended to examine a silk scarf. "Anything

like an electric current, resonating through my

his face or voice, something profound stirred in the deepest recesses of my mind-a warmth, an ache, a powerful connection

body remembered what my mind could not this person

I managed to ask, my voice