The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 47 3/3 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 47: Do You Really Think So Little of Me? Angela Pov The moment I shut the bedroom door behind me, I hended straight for the bathroom. My hands gripped the edge of the sink at I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I looked exhausted.

Christina's pitiful expression from earlier flashed in my mind, making my stomach twist. I clenched my jaw, forcing the feeling down. I wouldn't let her get to me. She wasn't worth it.

They say a mother's emotions can affect her unborn child. I needed to stay calm A sudden sound broke my thoughts.

The bathroom door swung open without warning.

Sean.

His tall frfilled the doorway, making the already spacious bathroom feel small and suffocating- I turned my gaze back to the mirror, my fingers tightening against the cool porcelain. "What do you w want?" "What did you mean by what you said just now?" Sean's voice was low, edged with frustration.

I let out a short, humorless laugh. "What do you think? I was just giving you what you wanted. Don't you want to share a room with Christina? His from frown deepened, his silence stretching between us like a drawn bowstring.

I had no interest in whatever excuse he was about to throw my way, turned to leave, but he didn't move. He was blocking the doorway.

"Excuse me," I said flatly.

Sean stood firm, unmoving.

shifted to his left, tryi his left, trying to squeeze past, but just as I was about to get through, he stepped in my way again.

I exhaled sharply, biting back my irritation. "Move." He didn't.

I tried the other side. Sresult.

Annoyance flared, hot and sharp. "Sean, what is your your problem? If you're so free, why don't you go find your little le I barely gut the words out before his hands were on me, grabbing my shoulders and pushingback against the cold tile wall.

My breath hitched.

His grip was firm, unyielding, his body close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

1/4 Chapter 47: Do You Really Think So Little of Me? I glared up at him, refusing foflook away.

the hell are you do? Did I hit a Sean didn't answer. He just stared at me, his expression unreadable Then, without warning, he leaned down, his lips crashing against mine.

I gasped, but he didn't givea chance in protest. His kiss was rough, almost desperate, his breath warm and familiar against my skin.

A bitter pang twisted in my chest.

I used to crave this.

Back then, his rare kisses had felt like stolen moments, something had secretly treasured. But was frustration, anger, something deeper he refused to say aloud, this-this wasn't t like before. This I pushed against his chest, shoving him back with all my strength. The moment I broke free, I didn't hesitate- slapped him, hard.

The sharp crack echoed in the bathroom, Sean stilled.

FOR A red mark blodmed across his cheek, but he didn't flinch. He just stood there, his gaze dark and unreadable.

My chest rose and fell, my lips tingling from his kiss. I wiped them furiously before brushing past him toward the door.

But before I could take more than two steps, his hand wrapped around my wrist, yankingback.

"Letgo," I snapped, struggling against his grip.

Sean hold on tighter.

1 glared up at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? If you're so hony, go to Christina. Don't touch me." Something in his expression shifted-his eyes darkened, sharp as a bode. "What did you just say?" I lifted my chin, refusing to back down. "I said, if you're horny, go find the person n you should be with. Don't take it out on me." I smirked. "It's not like this is your first tsleeping together, right? Relax. You helpedwhen my family went bankrupt-if you needto, I can cover for you. Elizabeth will never find out. Sound good?" Sean's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean we've already slept together? Are you misunderstanding something?" "Misunderstanding?" Seriously? H He had the nerve to call this a misunderstanding? Sean let out a slow breath. "It's not what you think. That night, she twisted her ankle, and I took her to the hospit "I don't care what happened that night," I cut in, my tone flat. "You don't explain." eed to ut I didn't=" What, did he think as long as I hadn't caught them in bed with my own eyes, it didn't count as cheating? What a joke. Ever since Christina cback, he'd been staying out late almost every night. Who knew what they were really up to? 2/4 Chapter 47: Do You Really Think So Little of Me? I reminded myself-stay calm, don't let this get to me, After a few deep breaths, I looked at Sean again, my gaze now cooled unreadable.

He noticed.

For a long moment, he just stared at me. Then, he let out a short, humorless laugh.

I think that little of me?"

"I wouldn't stoop so low as to sleep with another woman before finalizing my divorce. Do you really think The e content is on novelenglish.net! "I don't care." His fingers twitched against my wrist. "Am I really that terrible in your eyes? I let out a slow breath. "Does it matter?" His e gaze flickered, like he wanted to say something, but the words never came.

I reached up and brushed the corner of his mouth where my slap had split his lip.

My touch was light, almost absentminded.

"Sorry about that, I murmured. "Does it hurt? If you want to stay with m went Christina tonight, I can help you." non

His grip ontightened, his patience wearing thin. "Do you have to keep bringing this up?" "Let go," I said quietly.

He didn't.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The bathroom felt suffocatingly silent.

Then- A knock at the bedroom door.

Sean didn't move.

Another knock.

His jaw ticked. "What?" he barked, voice sharp se, then a soft, hesitant voice.

A brief pause, "It's... it's me." Christina.

I let out a short, amused chuckle and glanced up at him, shaking my trapped wrist lightly.

"Are you still not letting go?" I murmured. "If you don't go soon, your little lover is going to get anxious." 3/4 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 48: How Did Your Lipstick End Up On His Mouth?