The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Negotiation

Angela Pov

After returning to my room. I pulled out the phone Christopher had given me. I began searching for information about Sean Shaw.

I typed his name into the search engine. For someone who seemed important enough to bring me here, Sean Shaw maintained a surprisingly low profile

In one Wall Street Journal article, I found a photo: a man in an expensive sult, dark hair visible despite the angle, wearing sunglasses that obscured most of his face.

Something about that profile made my heart race.

I enlarged the image, studying the curve of his jaw, the set of his shoulders.

A strange, visceral familiarity washed over me–not a memory exactly, but a feeling. My body remembered him even if my didn’t

y mind

I tried forcing the mentries to surface, but the effort only intensified my headache, Flashes of disconnected images–a boy at an ice hockey rink, a hand holding mine, a darkened room–came and went too quickly to grasp.

Giving up. I lay back on the bed and waited for Christopher.

The door opened without a knock. Christopher entered, pausing when he saw me still awake.

“Not sleeping yet?” he asked, his tone gentle but with an undercurrent of something possessive.

I sat up slowly. “I have something to ask you.”

Christopher crossed the room, noticing my slight shiver in the cool

ning air. He took a cashmere throw from a nearby chair and

draped it around my shoulders, then crouched before me, his face level with mine.

“What is it?”

I met his gaze directly. The person I came here to rescue before I lost my memory–where is he?”

Christopher’s expression hardened slightly. “Was it David who told you?”

Did David tell you about him?” Christopher asked, his expression dirkening.

“Does it matter how I know? 1 replied carefully.

He studied me for a moment. “I suppose not. The important thing is what you choose to do with this information.”

“So can I see him now?”

“Angela,” Christopher said, his voice firm, “seeing him isn’t possible.”

Why not?”

“That’s not an option,” he replied, straightening to his full height. “Bat i can arrange medical care for him and have him sent away from here. There are conditions, of course. I believe you already know what they are.”

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Chapter 233: Negotiation

He waited, watching me with those calculating eyes that seemed to measure my every reaction.

“Have you decided?” he pressed, “I let him go, and you stay with me

I swallowed hard, the unfairness of it all burning in my throat. “If that was my purpose for coming here, I suppose I have no choice.

“A wise decision.”

I want to see

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see him first,” I said. “Just once.”

Christopher shook his head. I’ve already told you that’s not possible 111 grant any other request, but not that one

“You’re being unreasonable,” I said, frustration building. How can I trust you’ll actually help him if I can’t even verify he’s here?”

Which is more important to you?” Christopher asked coldly. “Seeing him once, or having New York?”

me arrange for him to receive treatment in

I froze. “He’s injured?”

An unexpected pain shot through my chest at these words.

injury caused a visceral reaction–my heart constricted, breath caught, as if

Though I couldn’t remember this man, the news of his injury someone had reached inside and squeezed something vital.

Why did this stranger’s suffering affect me so deeply? The intensity of my

emotional response confused and frightened me.

I gathered myself and continued, “Was that part of our previous agreement?”

“No,” Christopher replied. This is simply the choice I’m offering you now.”

1. th. When you have your answer, let me know.”

When I didn’t immediately respond, he added, “Take your time. We’re in no rush. When you

He turned to leave, his casual dismissal of my distress only heightening my anger and determination.

At dinner the following evening, I waited until the staff served the main course before signaling for them to leave us alone.

Christopher looked up, interest flickering in his eyes as the last server closed the door behind him.

“You have something to say?” he asked, cutting into his perfectly scaped fish.

“Yes.” 1 sel down my fork, leaving my plate untouched. “I’ve made my decision.”

Christopher set his knife and fork down, giving me his full attention. I’m listening.”

“I won’t insist on seeing him,” I said, carefully watching Christopher action. “But I want your promise that he’ll leave here safely.