The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 214

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 214: He’s My Rival, But Also My Friend

Angela Poy

That afternoon, I had just finished a phone call with Sophie when Sa

walked into the room.

sual, but I could see the strain beneath

“Thomas told me you were asking about Christopher.” His tone was

quickly Thomas had reported our conversation. “Yes, I was concerned about

I turned slowly, surprised by how q

Sean’s jaw lightened, a flash of hat crossing his features. “Is he that important to you!

“He supported me for five years.” I answered carefully. “I don’t want him to suffer unnecessarily.”

“In your heart,” Seam pressed, his voice growing strained, is he more important than me?

1 sighed, recognizing the dangerous territory we were entering, “That’s not what this is about.”

“What if…” Sean moved closer, his eyes searching mine. “What if I had been the one who kidnapped you, not chosen to stay with him instead?”

The question caught me off guard, but my answer came without hesitation.

Yes, you to right. If you

Í you had kidnapped me, I wouldn’t stay with you either.” I met his gaze steadily. “But that doesn’t mean IOS him. If I stay with you, it’s because I choose to, not because anyone forces me.

Sean’s expression darkened, his eyes losing their usual confidence. He turned away.

“I see,” he said quietly.

his shoulders slumping slightly.

1 headed for the door, feeling the weight of his disappointment but unwilling to compromise my principles.

“Angela, wait.” His footsteps followed me.

“I’m sorry. I was impulsive just now. Don’t be angry.”

As I turned, he reached for me. Instinctively, I moved back, my hand accidentally pushing against his abdomen. Sean’s face contorted in pain, his body doubling over as he clutched at his wound.

“Sean!” I gasped, horrified at what I’d done. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean

“It’s fine,” he managed through gritted teeth, but the spreading stain on his bandage told a different story.

The private doctor arrived quickly, his expression grave as he examined Sean’s reopened wound.

“What happened here? I just treated

d this yesterday.” He looked between us accusingly. “What did you do?”

I bumped into something. Sean replied, avoiding my eyes.

The doctor shook his head in disapproval. “Mr. Shaw, this wound might not be fatal, but it’s not something to take lightly. Yin to take proper care of yourself.” He glanced at me and the twins, who were watching anxiously from the doorway. “What abo Wilson? What about Aria and Ethan? Have you considered what would happen to them if complications arise?”

I stepped forward, my voice firm despite my guilt. “From now on, don’t ever risk your

If life like this.”

Sean’s eyes met mine, a flicker of understanding passing between us. I know. If something happened to me,

my

children might

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Chapter 214: He’s My Rival, But Also My Friend

tend. What if the worst happene

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly

After the doctor finished redresting The wound and left strict

for rest, I prepared to leave any peer in prare

“I should go now,” I said, moving toward the door.

“Where are you going?” His question halted me.

“Just downstairs for a walk?

“You don’t want to stay with me?” There was vulnerability in his voice I rarely heard. Does being uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that, I answered honestly. “But you’re injured. Don’t you need to rest?”

z with me make you

“Yes.” His eyes held mige. “I want you to stay w

• with me,”

“I stayed with you all last night, didn’t 17”

“Angela,” he said softly, Im injured. I need long–term care.”

d him.

Before I could respond, Sean caught my wrist and gently pulled me toward

I found myself sitting on his lap, the unexpected intimacy making my cheeks warm. His arms encircled my waist, careful to maintain distance from his wound.

I could feel his heartbeat against my back, his breath warm against my neck. The situation quickly became awkward as body responding to our proximity.

I should probably move, I murmured, attempting to stand.

do.”

“Walt,” he whispered, holding me gently but firmly. “I’ll take care of what you want to d

“What do you mean?”

I felt his

“You want to know how Christopher is doing, right?” His voice was surprisingly gentle. “Tll investigate and let you know his condition.”

I turned to look at him,

, surprised by his offer. “You don’t have to do that.”