The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 229

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Chapter 229: Unraveling Suspicions

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Christopher nodded, expression carefully neutral. “The dexter matu sis might happen, Momotes chest gradually, don’t force yourself.”

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Christopher acknowledged her with a nod. “Please have the Yetchen repere a lift med for Me, Wilson

“Slow down, Christopher murmured as I swayed slightly, “You’re still very week!

I’m fine, I insisted, though the pounding in my head singested otherwise,

“Let the maid escort you to your bedroom to rest, Christopher said, I’ll check on the meal prepucion

I followed the maid up the sweeping staircase, my fingers trailing along the cool marble railing. Was this truly my home? Way dad nothing stir even the faintest memory?

As we passed through the upstairs hallway, something caught my attention–a closed door different from the others. Without knowing why, I stopped, a strange chill running down my spine,

“What’s in this room?” I asked, reaching for the handle.

It was locked. A wave of inexplicable fear washed over me, my heart suddenly racing, I pressed my palm against my chest, trying to calm myself.

“This is what room?” I repeated, turning to the maid.

Just a guest room, Mrs. Wilson,” she replied, her expression carefully neutral.

“Why is it locked? Do you have a key? I’d like to see inside.”

“I’m sorry, that room isn’t accessible at the moment.”

I stared at the door, unable to explain even to myself why it disturbed me so deeply. A regular guest room that’s locked and off- limits? That makes no sense.

The maid gently directed me away. “Your suite is this way, Mrs. Wilson.”

I followed reluctantly, casting one last glance at the mysterious locked door.

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Chapter 229 Unraveling Suspicions

Some time later, Christopher’s volce startled me from my thoughts.

Angela.

I turned to see him standing in the doorway of my suite, “Yes?”

“It’s time for dinner. Don’t you remember? We agreed the chef would prepare something nutritious when we returned.”

“Right, of course,” I said, though I had no recollection of such a conversation.

“Are you alright? You look pale.”

I’m fine, I insisted. “Probably just low blood sugar.”

During dinner, I barely touched my food, my appetite nonexistent despite the beautifully presented meal. Christopher watched me with concern, encouraging me to eat “just a little more” every few minutes.

Afterward, I retreated to the balcony of my suite, gazing out at the darkening Mediterranean. The beauty before me couldn’t penetrate the fog of uncertainty clouding my mind.

“Why are you out here alone?” Christopher’s voice came from behind me. “Still feeling unwell?”

I turned to face him. “You said you’d help me find my phone. Any news?”

“We found it, but it’s damaged,” he explained. “I’ll need a technician to recover the data.”

“Could I have my father’s contact information? John’s?”

Something shifted in Christopher’s eyes as he studied me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He composed his features. “Of course I can give you his information if you really want it.”

“Is there some problem between my father and me?”

Christopher sighed, leaning against the railing. “Angela, since your father found his new family, you rarely contact each other. He lives primarily in Europe and isn’t… particularly involved in your life

The revelation stung, though I couldn’t recall the man I was supposedly estranged from..

“Besides my father, do we have mutual friends? Do I have a best friend?”

“Yes, Sophie Parker.”

“Where is she?”

“Not here,” Christopher said, then added, “Oh, I forgot you’ve lost your memory. Sometimes I forget that fact.”

“Could I have her contact information?”