The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Wash Me Off Her Skin–1

Sean INV

I stepped out of the lavatory, the faint hum of the jet’s engines buzzing in my ears like a

swarm of

angry

My shit ching to my chest, damp and wrinkled from where Angela d pressed herself against me whether she’d meant to or not.

i van a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through me, the memory of her trembling under my touch. the way her breath had hitched despite all her protests,

My cheek stung where she’d slapped me, a sharp reminder of how test things had spiraled out of control.

As I moved back into the cabin, Thomas glanced up from his disheveled state–shirt untucked, collar askew, halt a mess,

the window. His eyes widened for a sp

a split second, taking in my

1 saw the flicket of surprise in his expression, but then it was gone, replaced by that cool, collected mask he always wore.

smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, subthe but unmistakable, like he’d pieced together exactly what had gone down in that tiny bathroom. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

“You alright, Sean?” he asked, his tone casual but laced with something teasing. He stood and stepped closer, eyeing the patches on my shirt. “Looks like you got caught in a storm in there. Want me to grab you a fresh shirt? That one’s soaked.”

I shot him a glare, my jaw tightening. “No,” I snapped, sharper than meant to. “I’m fine.”

Thomas raised his hands in mock surrender, that damn smirk still playing on his lips.

“Alright, alright. Just trying to help.”

He backed off, retreating to his seat with a knowing look that made my blood simmer. He didn’t say anything else–didn’t need to The way he chuckled under his breath told me he’d already figured out more than I wanted him to.

I turned away, dropping into my own seat and staring out at the dark sky beyond the window, trying to shove down the tangle of frustration and need still clawing at me.

A few minutes later, the lavatory door clicked open again. Angela emerged, her blouse buttoned up tight to her throat, her hair smoothed back into place like nothing had happened.

She looked composed, cold even, but I knew better. I’d felt her unraveling just moments ago–her body had given her away, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.

She didn’t look at me as she crossed the cabin, her stops clipped and deliberate, like she refusing to acknowledge I was there.

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

“Half an hour till we land,” I said, keeping my voice steady, testing the waters.

e could erase me from the room just by

She didn’t respond. Didn’t even glance my way. Just sat down across the aisle, her back ramrod straight, staring ahead like I was invisible. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, and it pissed off more than I wanted to admit

She’d reacted to me in there, I thought, my mind replaying every second of it. When I’d kissed her, she’d kissed me back–at least for a moment, before the walls went up again.

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Chapter 135: Wash Me Off Her Skin–1

Her body had trembled, her hips had pressed into my hand, chasing what I was giving her. She could lie to herself all she wanted,

but I’d felt it.