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 is your

further. "Still, I never

her, gently tucking a strand of hair

rid of Marcus, and we can where

shook her head quickly. "No, we should go home. This

continue

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

my appearance betrayed nothing of our interrupted activities. Angela temained by her

just

who stood by

flicked over me-my sightly wrinkled shirt, my tie a little off-center-then

for a split second,

he faltered, taking a

to the floor as he thrust the folder

1/3

at his lips. “I, uh... Boks like I

my law tight. Angela shot him a

could've burned through steel, her cheeks

swallowed hard, his teasing edge

door shut before he could say anything

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

signatures," I explained, holding out the folder.

meeting my eyes. "Where do

through the pages, her pen

it first?" I

replied, already scrawling

question emerged

to me. "It's done.

immediately returning to the door, I began carefully examining each

you doing?" she finally