The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 209

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 209: What Kind of Wound Are You Hiding?

Angels Pov

My heart hammered in my chest was it christopher’s men? Had they found as again?

The dont swung open, revealing tall silhouette I would recognize anywhere. Bean,

“My voice caught in my throat as he stepped into the dim light of the suite.

Without a word, Sean crossed the room in there long strides and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe. A sharp, metallic smell hit me.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself a brief moment in his embrace, my baily inexplicably relaxing despite everything. Then reality returned, and I inhaled sharply.

“Let me go,– demanded, pushing against his chest,

Just another moment,” he murmured against my hair, his voice strangely rough. “Let me hold you a

little longer.

I struggled against his grip, “I said let go. When he finally relented, stepped back, studying his face in the dim light. “What is that smell? Is that… blood?”

“It’s nothing.” he replied, turning slightly away.

“Nothing?” I reached

ed for his jacket, fingers brushing against something damp and sticky. “You’re bleeding. Let me see where you’re

Sean caught my wrist. “What are you doing?” His voice was hoarse, strained.

trying to see where you’re injured,” I replied, tugging my hand

He straightened his posture, wincing slightly. “It’s not my blood. It’s someone else’s.”

My fingers froze on his jacket buttons. “Someone else’s? Whose?”

A strange smile curved his lips. “Would it matter to you if I said it was Christopher 37

My breath caught. “Did you… is he…?”

“Are you concerned about him?” Sean’s eyes narrowed. “Even after what he did to you and our children?

Now I noticed the bruising along his jawline, the small cut above his eyebrow, the way he held himself so carefully, as if any movement might shatter something

“Stop this,” I said firmly. “Now isn’t the time for jealousy. Let me see how badly you’re hurt.”

Why? Are you worried about me, or him?”

me s

“Are you serious? At a time like this, you’re asking something this childish?” I stepped back, frustration replacing concern. “Fine If you don’t want me to look, then don’t.”

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I turned to leave, but his finges com the hem of my slee

“Don’t go,” he said, voice suddenly soft, almost pleading. Tim injured and your still not willing to look

stopped me. I tumed back stowly.

The vulnerability in his tone s

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice gentler now. “My reaction was too harshet me help you

His face softened, tension visibly draining from his shoulders. “You dont need to apologize. Anything I do for you is my choice, willingly made

He leaned down, his face moving toward mine.

Instinctively, I raised my hand to stop him, but before I could, his Tijh found mine.

For

a split second, I froze, my mind racing his jacket was still damp with blood, his face bruised, and I needed to check hit wounds first. I pressed my hands against his chest, resisting.

“Sean, wait-

But then something shifted. His kiss deepened, I felt my resolve weaken. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders.

Blood. It coated my tongue, a grim reminder of whatever he’d been through. My stomach churned, and I pushed against him again, harder this time.

“Sean, stop”

He leaned back, frowning, lips tight, staring at me–1 couldn’t tell if he was pissed I stopped him or if something else was up.

“Sean?”

“I need to clean up,” he said finally, stepping back. Til return soon.

The moment he left, I followed silently, keeping to the shadows. If he wouldn’t tell me the truth about his injuries, I would discover it myself.

I traced his path through the estate until he disappeared into what appeared to be a medical room. The door remained slightly ajar. allowing voices to drift into the hallway.

“How could you be injured this severely?” The doctor’s voice was sharp with concern. “You need hospital treatment, not just first

aid.

That damn Christopher Blake,” Thomas’s voice joined in, anger evident.

I pressed closer to the door, straining to hear Sean’s response.

The doctor continued, “Mr. Shaw, after cleaning these wounds, you absolutely cannot get them wet for several days. They mus

emain completely dry…”

“She knows I’m injured, Sean admitted, “but she hasn’t seen the actual wounds.”

Thomas sighed audibly. “That’s good. These injuries are alarming–its best that Ms. Wilson doesn’t see them.”

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