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

this

cheeks darkened further. "Still, I never thought

a strand of hair behind her

rid of Marcus, and we

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

continue

Angela had always been scrupulous about separating business from pleasure, even before her memory loss. Some

of our interrupted activities. Angela temained by her

opened the door just

who stood

a little off-center-then darted past me dell with her blouse still askew and her

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

faltered, taking a

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

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

him, my law

could've burned through steel, her cheeks

teasing edge fading

here," I said curtly, slamming the door shut before he could say anything

to normal. Only the slight redness of her lips and the mark below her collar betrayed our

signatures," I explained, holding out the

my eyes. "Where do

watched as she hastily flipped through the pages, her pen poised above

you going to read it first?"

replied, already scrawling

thoroughly? The question emerged more sharply than

me. "It's done. You

examining each page

doing?"