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

efficiency. "Besides, this is

further. "Still, I never

gently tucking a strand of hair behind

of Marcus, and we can

we should go

continue

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

door, pausing to ensure my appearance betrayed nothing of our interrupted activities. Angela temained by her desk, still

door just

to Angela, who stood

little off-center-then darted past me dell with her blouse

for a split second,

he faltered, taking

to the floor as he thrust the folder toward me, his

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his lips. “I, uh... Boks like

him, my law tight. Angela shot him a

could've burned through

swallowed hard, his teasing

the door shut before he could say anything

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

our signatures," I explained, holding out the folder. "Apparently

without meeting my eyes. "Where

she hastily flipped through the pages, her pen poised above the signature line.

you going to read it first?" I couldn't help

already

emerged

me. "It's done. You can give

immediately returning to the door, I began carefully examining each page of

you doing?" she finally