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 thought

approached her, gently tucking a strand of hair

rid of Marcus, and

we should go

continue

about separating business from

door, pausing to ensure my appearance betrayed nothing of our interrupted activities. Angela

opened the door just

Angela, who stood by

flicked over me-my sightly wrinkled shirt, my tie a little off-center-then darted past me dell with her blouse still askew and her hair

a split second, realization dawning. He'd been

but he faltered, taking a quick step

thrust the folder toward

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stammered, a nervous giin tugging at his lips. “I, uh... Boks

snatched the folder from him, my law tight. Angela

burned through steel, her

swallowed hard, his teasing edge

I said curtly, slamming the door shut before he

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

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

took it without meeting my eyes. "Where

as she hastily flipped through the pages, her pen

going to read it first?"

already

The question emerged more sharply than

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

of immediately returning to the door, I began carefully examining each page of the document. Angela watched me with growing

doing?" she