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

further. "Still, I never thought I

her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear "Give me

rid of Marcus, and we can

her head quickly. "No, we

continue

the moment was lost. Angela had always been scrupulous about separating business from pleasure, even

nothing of our interrupted activities. Angela temained by her desk, still

door just enough

to Angela, who stood by

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

for a split second,

taking

floor as he thrust the folder toward me, his hand

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

law tight. Angela shot

glas fierce il could've burned through steel,

hard, his teasing edge fading

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

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

explained, holding out the

my eyes.

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

you going to read it first?"

already scrawling her

emerged more sharply

back to me. "It's

carefully examining

are you doing?" she finally