The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: He Can Sing Disney Songs?-2

I glanced at the children’s expectant faces and sighed in defeat. “Fine. Just this once.”

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The interior of Sean’s luxury car enveloped us in silence. Aria had recovered her energy and was bouncing slightly in her seat, while Ethan remained unusually quiet, his eyes frequently finding Sean in the rearview mirror.

“Would you like some music?” Sean asked unexpectedly as he started the engine.

“Can we hear songs from Frozen?” Aria piped up before I could respond.

I was about to say it wasn’t necessary when Sean’s fingers were already tapping the car’s

touchscreen. The opening notes of “Let It Go” filled the space between us, and Aria

immediately began singing along, knowing every word by heart.

To my absolute astonishment, Sean started humming along under his breath, occasionally murmuring a line or two.

He caught my stunned expression and shrugged nonchalantly. “What? It’s a good song.”

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. In all our years together, Sean had always been

the epitome of corporate coldness–calculated, controlled, unyielding. This playful side

was entirely foreign to me.

Had he actually watched animated children’s movies?

The thought of Sean Shaw, ruthless CEO of Shaw Group, sitting through Disney films was

so incongruous I almost laughed.

The contrast with his earlier behavior–practically strong–arming Christopher to take the

children–couldn’t have been more stark.

As the song continued, I noticed Ethan softly joining in, despite his typically reserved nature. Sean’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and I quickly looked away, though I felt some of the tension drain from my shoulders.

“What do the children like for breakfast?” Sean asked quietly. “I could bring something

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over tomorrow morning.”

My guard instantly went back up. “Who said you’re coming over tomorrow?”

When we finally arrived at my building, Aria was still humming contentedly.

“Thank you for driving us home, Mr. Night,” she said with genuine warmth. “You sing so

well!”

Sean smiled at her through the mirror. “When I become your father, we can sing togethe

every day.”

I froze in my seat, shock and anger coursing through me at his audacity.

“Sweetheart,” I said loudly, “Mommy cam sing with you every day too. He wasn’t singing well at all–he was completely off–key!!”

Sean’s expression darkened. “Which part was off–key, exactly?”

I ignored him and gathered the children to exit the car. As I moved past Sean, his hand suddenly caught my wrist, his breath warm against my ear.

“You think this will make me link off??” The wwhispered. “Don’t dream, Angela.”

An involuntary shiver ram down my spine at his proximity. He released me with a gentle push toward the building entrance. “Go on. Goodnight.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Night! the children called out cheerfully.

“See you tomorrow, Seampied with a smile. “I’ll pick you up for school.”