The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 266

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 266: No Chat History On My Phone

Angela POV

"When did you say that? I asked, frowning. "Why would we have such a strange mile? Just because I'm a wife and mother now, does that mean I can't have friends?

Sean's expression shifted uncomfortably before quickly softening in a smile. "The rules for our home can be whatever you want

them to be from now on.

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message. I'll have the sto prepare the guest room for Sophie."

When Sophie returned from the airport restroom, I heamed at her.

"Great news! The guest room is all ready for you." Without thinking, wrapped my arms around her. "And I'll sleep with you tonight -just like old times!"

Sophie stiffened slightly before awkwardly returning my hug. "Sure that would be nice."

I caught Sean giving Sophie a pointed look, which she pretended not to notice.

In the car heading home, I directed Sean to take the front passenger seat—a position he rarely occupied in his own vehicle, Sophie and huddled together in the back, arms linked as we shared gossip and laughed about old times.

"Are women nowadays really putting their girlfriends above their husbands?" Sean remarked dryly, glancing back at us with a raised

yebrow.

Peter, our driver, chuckled knowingly. "You think that's bad, Mr. Shaw? My fiancée once kicked me out of our apartment at midnight so she could host a pajama party with her friends!"

Sophie rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please! Aren't you men constantly abandoning your dinners and school events have you missed because of urgent business meetings, Sean?"

"Well, that s-Sean began defensively.

r wives and children for work? How many

Peter laughed from the driver's seat. "Okay, okay, you win this round My fiancée makes the same ment whenever I complain. about her girls' nights,"

The tension dissolved into laughter, and even Sean's reflection in the rearview mirror showed a reluctant smile. The atmosphere in the car lightened considerably as we continued our journey home, with Sophie launching into another story about her adventures in

Milan

The guest room in our Park Avenue apartment was clean and welcoming, with fresh sheets-and towels neatly arranged. A small vase of flowers sat on the nightstand, adding a simple touch of elegance.

our maid is different," Sophie observed casually as we entered the apartment.

"Is she?" I responded, genuinely surprised by this piece of information

I used to be Sarah. She was quite close to you."

frowned slightly. "If we were close, why would I have replaced her

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would I know? It's your household staff. You

considered her words for a moment before dismissing the thought change in lentebold staff hardly seemed significant enough to warrant investigation,

first?" I asked,

shower after that long flight

the bathroom later, pink-cheeked and wrapped in a fluffy robe, Sophie stopped short at the

held a

beside me. "Come on, the

this arrangement?

would he be?"

I've essentially stolen his wife for the night." She smirked. "If

own private

time."

dismissively. "It's just one night. If

of my

mind!"

times, with Sophie sharing funny stories from her fashion magazine work, mimicking difficult photographers and models with

eyes, "is the absolute worst. Complete workaholic and tyrannical editor-in-chief. I've submitted my resignation three times, and he simply

Charles who's

edly just y

I teased, recalling

retort when her phone rang. Glancing

shifted subtly, "Sorry, I

no immediate response

mouthed "who?" but Sophie held up a finger, signaling

me to w

wait

"Charles?" she tried again.

connection might be poor," came a deep voice through the speaker. "Have you arrived at

at a friend's place tonight." Sophie replied. "Is something wrong?

we can address them when you return." A brief pause followed.

abruptly, leaving Sophie staring at

into work matters!"

a workaholic!" she

and he's

hand off your projects before leaving?" I asked,

situation.

course! Everything went to Emma,

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you stead of her? I

wouldn't he contact

currently handling 17"

her mouth to respond, then closed it again, apparently considering this

I suggested gently, he was just