The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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Ex-Wife

Chapter 244: Do You Really Want To Remember Everything?

Angela POW

Sean's promise hung in the air between us, his green eyes watching

so I can see

carefully.

can see them now?" I asked, unable to hide the eagerness in my voice. I can finally see my children?

"As soon as the doctor confirms your test results are clear, Sean assured me, his voice gentle but firm. If everything looks good, well go straight to the Hamptons where they're staying with my mulber"

The thought of meeting children I couldn t remember sent a confusing mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through me. My hands fidgeted with the hospital blanket.

"And if there are problems with the test results?" asked.

"Then you'll need to stay here for further treatment," Soan replied. "Your health comes first, Angela."

I nodded, accepting his conditions. My eyes drifted to his midsection, where I knew bandages covered his wound. "How is your injury doing? The one Christopher gave you?"

Sean waved dismissively. "Just a flesh wound. Nothing that regular dressing changes and rest won't fix. It won't interfere plans,

His casual attitude about his injury made me frown. "You shouldn't downplay it. You lost a lot of blood."

"Well," he said with a half-smile, "at least I won't have to carry you while escaping danger this time, right?"

⚫ with our

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the

e small smile that tugged at my lips.

Later that afternoon, Sean appeared at my door with my discharge papers and a

soft cashmere coat draped over his arm

"Ready to go?" he asked, helping me into the coat. "The car is waiting downstairs."

I glanced around the sparse hospital room. "I don't have anything to pack.

"The staff

everything you'll need," Sean explained, noticing my uncertainty, "Don't

walked through the corridor, a gentle pressure guiding me. In the elevator, I noticed how he positioned himself between me and the

seat of the sleek town car, I watched the city pass by through tinted windows. Thomas sat in the driver's seat,

several minutes of silence, 1 turned to Sean. "What about Christopher Blake? Don't you

"That matter has

down my spine. His eyes had gone cold, reminding me of the dangerous man Christopher had warned me about-the ruthless businessman behind the caring

should concern yourself with," Sean continued, his tone softer but resolute. "Your

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need to faith in resting

words, then nodded dy. "You re right. What Christopher did as werning. He should face

leaned

settling naturally around my shoulders. The warmth of his body fat comforting in a way I couldn't explain-my body tentembered him

settling against him, my hand resting lightly on fir through his shirt, steady and

tightened his embr

could

along the Long Bland shore, Cliffs dropped off to

treacherous forms with practiced ease, but I couldn't

I murmured, watching

Angela, I

around me like a protective blanket. Whatever had happened between us in the past, I knew with

thought, I nestled closer to him, drawing comfort

car and Sean's warm embrace lulled me to sleep. I didn't fight it, my body still recovering

Sean's fingers gently

I realized we

"You slept through

have woken me," I protested, pushing myself upright

to see the children overcame any

me from the car, his hand steady on my elbow.

n a cliff o

Atlantic. A

perched on a path wound

I asked,

Sean replied. "This

me a feeling... I tried to explain the strange sense of recognition I sometimes felt, even without specific

in New York you frequented," Sean offered. "It might help

silence for a moment before Sean asked, "Do you really want

not going to force it. Memory recovery should happen naturally,

observed. "You've always been rational, never too hard on

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