The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 264

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 264: Don't Come to My Office Again

Angela Pov

I watched Sean from across my desk as he flipped through the collaboration documents with remarkable speed.

His serious, focused expression was completely different from the defire-filled gaze he'd given me earlier.

This professional side of him commanded respect, and I didn't dare terrupt his concentration. How could anyone read so quickly and actually absorb the information?

Within minutes, he reached the final page. When his gaze landed on my signature at the bottom, a small smile played across lips.

"You're already done?" I asked incredulously. "Did you actually read thoroughly?"

Sean looked amusement dancing in

1. up.

his eyes. "Test me."

"What?"

His expression turned challenging. "Third page, fifth line. What does it say? Do you

remember?"

ent hours reviewing these documents yesterday, yet the specific content of that

1 blinked, caught off guard by his question. I'd spent Tine escaped me completely.

Without hesitation, Sean recited word for word: "Both parties acknowledge that all intellectual property developed during the collaboration remains under joint ownership until formal dissolution of partnership. Paragraph continues with specifics about patent applications."

I quickly flipped to the third page, scanning for the fifth line. There was-exactly as he had quoted it.

"How did your." I trailed off, genuinely impressed.

Sean leaned back in his chair, satisfaction evident in his posture. "Well? Is your husband impressive or not?"

answer, he stood and gathered the documents.

As Sean turned away from me, I noticed his smile instantly vanish, replaced by the cold, calculating expression I recognized from his business dealings. Through the glass partition, I watched as he approached Marcus,

fragments

Sean said, his tone distinctly icy as he handed over

I won't

Shaw I have nothing else to discuss,

seemed to command the entire flour. I

him. I noticed his brief hesitation, as if considering whether to lock it.

1 had

teady tidied my desk,

we head home?

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Don't Come to My Office

dropping to that dangerously soft tone that always

nothing else to do here, 1 replied,

cocked

his

him.

gently pinched my cheek. Look

run from me again," he said softly. "Even if you hide in Europe, 111

intensity in his eyes made me

forehead in a surprisingly

my colleagues. Heat crept

"From now on, I'll come to work alone. You

those employees?

me with you?"

company because of you, I explained. "Marcus mentioned

because you're my wife. I believe in you, and I believe

I wouldn't win this argument.

establish some ground rules. You can't behave in

what?" Sean

mean," I replied, narrowing my

breath warm against my

you explain?"

exasperated.