The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Two Men’s Bet–1

Angela POV

Tristan Lawrence approached on his Thoroughbred, his expression a mixture of

annoyance and determination. His gaze darted between Sean and me, clearly displeased at seeing me on Sean’s horse.

“Just racing is too dull, Shaw,” Tristan called out, his voice carrying across the field. “Care to add a wager to make things interesting?”

Sean barely acknowledged him, seemingly preoccupied with my presence in his arms. The warmth of his chest against my back was an unwelcome reminder of our earlier encounter in the changing room.

“Mr. Lawrence,” I attempted to speak, desperate to salvage my business opportunity. “About the investment proposal we were discussing-”

“What’s the wager?” Sean interrupted coldly, his voice vibrating against my shoulder.

Tristan’s eyes gleamed with calculation. “If I win, we race again. And you return Ms.

Wilson to me!”

I stiffened. How dare they treat me like a prize to be won? I opened my mouth to protest

but found myself silenced by the sudden tension in Sean’s body.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sean’s voice dropped dangerously low. “And you won’t beat me

anyway.”

“Are you afraid to accept?” Tristan taunted. “I’m brave enough to issue the challenge. Are you brave enough to accept it?”

I felt Sean’s breathing change against my back, recognizing the signs of his temper rising. I’d witnessed it countless times during our marriage–the slight hesitation before the

storm.

“Fine,” Sean finally responded. “Here’s my wager: if I win, you stay away from her.

Completely.”

Tristan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Good God, Shaw, that’s rather extreme!”

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“So, are we betting or not?” Sean asked coldly.

Tristan turned to Jessica, who was perched nervously behind him. “What do you think? We have to beat him!”

Jessica clutched his jacket tightly. “I think safety should be our priority…”

I silently agreed with Jessica’s assessment. These men were turning a simple race into something dangerous, all for their egos. And somehow, I’d become the prize in their childish competition.

An official from the club approached, clipboard in hand. “The race will begin shortly, gentlemen.”

Tristan tightened his grip on the reins, determination written across his features. The official continued, “As a reminder, the first rider to retrieve the red flag at the summit wins. There’s also a special prize from the club waiting for the victor.”

As the countdown began-“Ten, nine, eight…“–I attempted to swing my leg over and dismount. Sean’s arm instantly tightened around my waist, preventing my escape.

“Seven…” the official called.

Sean’s lips brushed against my ear, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine. “If you’re scared, you can turn and hold onto me.”

I was formulating a scathing retort when the official shouted, “Go!”

Tristan shot forward immediately, with Jessica releasing a terrified squeal. “Mr. Lawrence, please slow down! Safety first!”

“Safety is nothing,” Tristan called back. “Winning is everything!”

To my confusion, Sean remained motionless at the starting line, making no effort to pursue Tristan’s rapidly disappearing form. The silence stretched between us until I couldn’t bear it any longer.

“What are you doing?” I finally demanded. “Are you trying to lose the race?”

His response came as a low rumble against my back. “What, worried you’ll have to go back to Lawrence if I lose?”

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