The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 263

Chapter 263: An Interruption

Sean POV

"Mrs. Wilson? Is everything okay in there? I heard a crash. Marcus's voice carried through the door, concern evident in his tone.

1 suppressed a curse, my forehead dropping to rest against Angela's shoulder. Of all the moments for an interruption...

Angela stiffened in my arms, reality crashing back into our private world. She pushed against my chest with renewed urgency, her face now flushed with embarrassment rather than passion.

The doorknob rattled as Marcus attempted to enter. Thank God I'd had the foresight to lock it.

"Sean?" His voice was more insistent now.

Angela squirmed out of my embrace, frantically smoothing her skirt and adjusting her blouse. Her-fingers fumbled with a button that had come undone, exposing the delicate curve of her collarbone

I drow in a deep breath, willing my frustration under control.

"What is it?" I called out, unable to keep the edge from my voice.

brave documents that need your signature immediately," Marcus replied. "The board is waiting for your approval."

I glanced at Angela, who was now checking her reflection in a compact mirror, her fingers gently touching the reddened mark forming on her neck. My mark. Despite the interruption, a flicker of satisfaction warmed my chest at the sight.

"Wait there," I called back, voice deliberately neutral despite the star of irritation within me.

Angela's eyes mot mine in the mirror, wide with mortification. "I cant believe we... here in the office," she whispered, her fingers still tracing the evidence of our passion.

"We're married," I reminded her, straigh

my tie

"Besides, this is your private

darkened further. "Still, I never thought I

tucking a strand of hair behind her ear

and we can

quickly. "No, we should go home. This isn't-it's

continue

the moment was lost. Angela had always been scrupulous about separating business from pleasure, even before her memory loss. Some habits ran too

my appearance betrayed nothing of our

the door just

to Angela, who stood by

wrinkled shirt, my tie a little off-center-then darted past me dell with her

face froze for a split second, realization dawning. He'd been about

he faltered, taking a quick

thrust the

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his lips. “I, uh... Boks like I Interrupted something.

folder from him, my law tight. Angela

could've burned

swallowed hard, his teasing edge

I said curtly, slamming the door shut before he

returned to Angela, whose complexion had nearly returned to normal. Only the slight redness of her lips and the mark

signatures," I explained,

my eyes.

pages, her

read it first?" I

already scrawling her

emerged more sharply

the folder back to me. "It's done. You can give it to Marcus

examining each

you doing?" she finally