The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 239

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?"

gaze directly. The person I came here to rescue before I lost my memory-where

hardened slightly. "Was it David

you about him?" Christopher asked, his expression dirkening. "Does it matter

me for a moment. "I suppose not. The important thing is what you choose to do with

can I see him

voice firm, "seeing him isn't possible."

straightening to his full height. "Bat i can arrange medical care for him and

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Chapter 233: Negotiation

with those calculating eyes that seemed to measure my

decided?" he pressed, "I let him go, and you stay with

swallowed hard, the unfairness of it all burning in my throat. "If that was my purpose for coming here, I suppose

"A wise decision."

I want to see

him first," I said. "Just

that's not possible 111 grant any other request, but

unreasonable,” I said, frustration building. How can I trust you'll

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

arrange for him to receive treatment

I froze. "He's injured?"

shot through my

visceral reaction-my heart constricted, breath caught, as

I couldn't remember this man, the news of his injury someone had reached inside

The intensity of my emotional response confused and

gathered myself and continued, "Was

is simply the choice I'm

When you have your answer,

he added, "Take

turned to leave, his casual dismissal of my distress only

the staff served the main course before signaling

in his eyes as the last

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