The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 240

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 240: Did He Hurt You?

Angela Pov

wait,” I stammered, my mind racing to process what wa

was happening.

Sean looked down, his intense green eyes meeting mine. Exhaustion ined his face, especially around his eyes where dark circles had formed. Despite the weariness, his gaze beld nothing but concern and simething deeper I couldn’t name,

My eyes stung with unexpected tears. How was this possible?

I had believed Sean was still Christopher’s captive, yet here he was,olding me in his arms as if I weighed nothing

Behind him, several security personnel followed, Incluiling Thomas Shritis.

“Mrs. Wilson, Thomas called out, keeping

g pace with Sean, “are you injured? Why do you need the wheelchair?”

Sean glanced over my body with obvious concern before turning his attention forward again. “We’ll discuss everything later. First, we need to get to a secure location. I’ll arrange for a private doctor to examine you.”

His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until I was practically molded against his chest. The strength of his grip betrayed his fear–not of danger, but of losing me again.

“Wait,” I tried once more, but Sean seemed deaf to my protests, focused entirely on getting me to safety.

We emerged through a service entrance where a black armored vehicle waited. I suddenly realized the black sedan that had been following us earlier belonged to the Shaw security team. They had been protecting me all along.

Sean carefully placed me in the backseat before sliding in beside me, never letting go of my hand. The moment the doors closed, the convay of vehicles sped away from the Mediterranean villa district.

I couldn’t help glancing back, worried about David Chen who had been left behind. What would Christopher do to him when he discovered I was gone?

“You’re safe now,” Sean murmured, his voice so low it was almost a whisper. He pulled me into his embrace, his arms like steel bands around me. “You’re safe. I almost lost you”

Something inside me responded to his touch in a way I couldn’t explain. Despite having no memories of this man, my body didn’t

reject his closeness.

Unlike with Christopher, whose every touch made my skin crawl, Sean’s embrace felt… right.

Familiar

The rhythm of his breathing, the strength of his arms, even his scent–my body recognized them all, even if my mind couldn’t.

After a few seconds, I found myself slowly returning his embrace, my arms encircling his torso as if they had done this a thousand times before. The action felt natural, instinctive, beyond conscious thought.

Then I smelled it–the metallic scent of blood, growing stronger.

I pushed against Sean’s chest, trying to locate the source of the smell. He tightened his grip at first, then, seeing my concern, finally

released me.

“What’s wrong?”

His brows furrowed.

“Did he hurt you? D

Did Christopher do something to you?”

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Chapter 240: Did He Hurt You?

My eyes widened as I noticed Hark stains spreading across his white shirt beneath his jacket, “My God, you’re bleeding! You’re hurt!”

I reached toward the wound, but Sean gently caught my wrist, stopping me. “It’s just an old injury from Christopher. Nothing

“Old injury?” I frowned, staring at the blood still seeping through his shirt. “But it’s bleeding now. It looks serious,

Sean tried to press his hand against the wound but winced, pain flashing across his features before he could hide it. Thomas immediately handed him a clean handkerchief.

Sean pressed it against his abdomen but refused to let go of my hand with his other one, as if afraid I might disappear if he

released me.

“Are you sure you’re alright? This looks like it needs immediate medical attention, I insisted, my heart clenching at the sight of the rapidly soaking handkerchief

“I’m fine,” he dismissed. “All that matters is that you’re safe.”

I tried to pull away. “Let me go for a moment. I need to see how bad your wound is.”

“Just a little longer,” he murmured. “It’s been so long. I need to hold you.”

Thomas looked away, seemingly embarrassed by this display of emotion. I felt a Butter in my chest at Sean’s words, but my concern for his injury overrode everything else.

“No matter how much you’ve missed me, you need to take care of that wound first, I insisted. “You’ve lost a lot of blood. I don’t want you passing out in front of me,

Sean suddenly changed the subject. “Are you hurt? Why were you in wheelchair? What happened to your legs?”

My legs are fine,” I replied, “I’ve just been too weak to stand for long periods.”

Sean’s expression instantly darkened, his eyes turning di

dangerous. “Weak? Did Christopher Blake mistreat you?”

The air around him seemed to drop several degrees. I could feel the tension radiating from his body, the protective fury harely contained beneath his controlled exterior.

“He didn’t mistreat me,” I said carefully. “I… I refused to eat.”

“Why? What happened?”

I fell

Il silent, unsure how to explain my memory loss and the confusion of the past days. “I don’t want to talk about it right now