The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 183

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 183: Why Do You Have Men’s Clothes?

Angela POV

I stood in the hallway, my soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin.

The cool air against my heated skin reminded me of the reality of our situation–ex–spouses with children, not lovers.

I was just helping him, I told myself. Even if we had actually made love, it wouldn’t mean anything.

Pulling myself together, I grabbed a fresh set of men’s clothing from the guest room drawer and returned to the bathroom door.

“Sean? I’ve brought you something to change into.”

“These should fit,” I said quickly, already retreating.

I had changed into dry pajamas and was preparing hot tea in the kitchen when Sean emerged. The clothes hung loosely on his frame–dark sweatpants and a black t–shirt that was at least two sizes too large.

“Where did these clothes come from?” he asked.

“What?”

“Another man’s clothes. I won’t wear them,” he stated flatly.

“Fine. I’ll call Thomas to bring you something else. Or better yet, I’ll have him take you

I turned to reach for my phone, but felt a tug on the hem of my pajama top.

Sean’s fingers lightly held the fabric, his touch hesitant yet unmistakably a plea.

home.”

“Don’t send me away,” he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I’ll wear them.”

The T–shirt was clearly meant for a much bigger man, hanging loose and shapeless on Sean’s tall, muscular frame. It looked ridiculous on him, a far cry from his usual sharp suits that fit him perfectly.

“They’re Christopher’s, aren’t they?” he finally asked.

I responded impatiently, “Yes.”

“I see,” he said, his voice dangerously soft.“but he is not fat.”

I retrieved a cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed it to him.

Sean accepted the blanket without comment, draping it around his shoulders like a cape.

“You should sleep on the sofa, I’ll get you a pillow.”

“Angela?” His voice stopped me as I turned toward the hallway closet

“What?” I asked without turning around.

“Thank you.”

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I nodded curtly and continued toward my bedroom, eager to put some distance between us.

Sleep refused to come. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying what had happened in the bathroom–the heat, the

touch…

What about Christina?

The question nagged at me. If Sean had been drugged by her, did that mean they weren’t together as I’d assumed?

Marcus had mentioned they never officially became a couple, but I’d seen them together at events, always perfectly matched, always

close.

Could I have misunderstood their relationship all this time?

A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

“Angela?” Sean’s voice came through the door. “Do you have an extra blanket? It’s cold out here.”

I sat up, running a hand through my hair. “Just a minute.”

I rummaged through my closet, realizing with frustration that I didn’t have any spare blankets. All I had was the comforter on my

bed.

With a sigh, I pulled it off and opened the door. Sean stood in the hallway, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The cashmere throw was wrapped around his shoulders, but I could see he was still shivering slightly.

“Here,” I said, holding out my comforter. “Take this.”

He looked down at it, recognition dawning in his eyes. “This is your blanket.”

“It’s fine,” I insisted. “I’m not that cold.”

Sean took a step back, shaking his head. “No. I’ll be fine with what I have.”

“Don’t be stubborn, Sean. Just take it.” I tried to push the comforter into his arms.

“I said no,” he repeated firmly, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Without another word, he turned and walked back to the living room

It was nearly three in the morning when I woke with a start. The apartment was silent, but something had disturbed my sleep. Worry about Sean’s condition nagged at me.

The drug Christina had given him might have worn off, but what if there were side effects?

“This is the last time I’ll check on him,” I promised myself as I slipped out of bed.

The living

sleep.

room was bathed in moonlight filtering through the large windows. Sean lay curled on the sofa, his body tense even in

As I approached, I noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the chill in the room.

I pressed my palm to his forehead. He was burning up.

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“Sean,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. “Wake up. You have fever.”