The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Negotiation

Angela Pov

After returning to my room. I pulled out the phone Christopher had given me. I began searching for information about Sean Shaw.

I typed his name into the search engine. For someone who seemed important enough to bring me here, Sean Shaw maintained a surprisingly low profile

In one Wall Street Journal article, I found a photo: a man in an expensive sult, dark hair visible despite the angle, wearing sunglasses that obscured most of his face.

Something about that profile made my heart race.

I enlarged the image, studying the curve of his jaw, the set of his shoulders.

A strange, visceral familiarity washed over me-not a memory exactly, but a feeling. My body remembered him even if my didn't

y mind

I tried forcing the mentries to surface, but the effort only intensified my headache, Flashes of disconnected images-a boy at an ice hockey rink, a hand holding mine, a darkened room-came and went too quickly to grasp.

Giving up. I lay back on the bed and waited for Christopher.

The door opened without a knock. Christopher entered, pausing when he saw me still awake.

"Not sleeping yet?" he asked, his tone gentle but with an undercurrent of something possessive.

I sat up slowly. "I have something to ask you."

Christopher crossed the room, noticing my slight shiver in the cool

ning air. He took a cashmere throw from a nearby chair and

draped it around my shoulders, then crouched before me, his face level with mine. "What is it?"

here to

"Was it

tell you about him?" Christopher asked, his expression dirkening. "Does it matter how I know? 1

a moment. "I suppose not. The important

I see him

Christopher said, his voice firm, "seeing him isn't

can arrange medical care for him and have him sent away from here. There are conditions,

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me with those calculating eyes that seemed to measure

"I let him go,

throat. "If that was my purpose for coming here,

"A wise decision."

I want to see

I said. "Just

not

I trust you'll actually help him if I can't even

more important to you?" Christopher asked coldly. "Seeing

arrange for him to receive treatment

I froze. "He's injured?"

through my

heart constricted,

the news of his injury someone

The intensity of my emotional

continued, "Was that part of

simply

th. When you have your answer,

immediately respond, he added, "Take your time. We're in

turned to leave, his casual dismissal of

until the staff served the main course before signaling for them to leave

up, interest flickering in his eyes as