The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Airport Reunion.

Angela Pov

Folding the soft cashmere scart for the third time, I placed it carefully in the gift box. The deep liurgundy colne seemed elegant, but doubt crept în as I stared at it. Would my father like it?

I couldn’t remember if burgundy was a color he appreciated or avoid

Still worried about the gil

gifts?” Sean’s voice came from behind me as be entered our bedroom.

together since… well, since I lost my

1 sighed, closing the box. I just want everything to be perfect,

memory.

John will love anything you choose,” Sean assured me, wrapping hirsims around my waist, “Besides, you’ve always had impeccable

“What if I’ve chosen all wrong? My father has a new wife now, and don’t even remember meeting her.” My hands nervously rearranged the tissue paper in the gift box.

Sean turned me to face him. “Angela, all John wants for Christmas is to see you. The

e gifts are secondary.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I just… I hope this trip helps bring back some memories.”

“Thats why were going,” he said, squeezing my hands. “And whatever happens, we’ll handle it together.”

The plane began its descent into Italy, and I shifted uncomfortably my seat. After eight hours of flight, my body felt like it had been folded into unnatural positions. I rolled my shoulders, wincing at the stiffness in my neck.

Sean noticed my discomfort. “We’ll get you stretched out soon,” he whispered, his hand warm on mine

When the seatbelt sign finally turned off, I stood up carefully, only

only to have my legs nearly buckle beneath me.

“Whoa,” Sean caught my elbow. “Take it easy

“I’m fine,” I insisted, gripping the headrest for support. “Just need to walk it off.”

But as we approached the exit door, my right leg seized up completely. I stumbled forward, certain I would fall if not for Sean’s quick reflexes.

“That’s it,” he said, steadying me. “You need to give your circulation time to recover.”

I tried to take another step

step and winced. “Maybe you’re right,”

✓ Helore I could say another word, Sean bent down and lifted me into his arms.

“Sean!” I gasped, my eyes darting around the cabin. “What are you doing? Put me down?”

“You can barely walk, he replied calmly. This is the most efficient solution.”

My face burned as fellow passengers glanced our way. “People are staring,” I hissed.”

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Chapter 270: Airport Reunion

“Let them,” Sean said, completely unperturbed. “Would you prefer to rawl through the airport?”

I squirmed in his nems. “I can walk, I just need a minute…”

His green eyes locked with mine. “A few minutes in my arms won’t you, Angela. When your legs are ready, I’ll set you down.”

Just then, my phone buzzed. Awkwardly retrieving it from my pocket while being carried, I saw my father 1 name on the screen.

“It’s Dad,” I whispered to Sean, before answering. “Hello?”

“Angela! Are you here? I’m waiting at arrivals. My father’s voice suured both excited and anxious.

“We just landed, we’ll be there soon.”

Behind us, Alexander and Victoria shepherded Aria and than through the terminal, Catching our reflection in a window, I saw Victoria exchange a knowing smile with Alexander as they watched Sean carrying ine.

“Grandpa, look!” Aria called out, bouncing on her toes. “Daddy’s carrying Mommy! Can you carry me too? I’m tired!”

Alexander’s stern features softened immediately. He crouched down, arms extended. “Come here, princess.”

As Alexander scooped up Aria, my heart warmed. Despite the embarrassment of being carried through a something touching about seeing our little family procession.

crowded airport, t

there was

Victoria turned to Ethan, whose eyes were darting between us and the colorful airport signs. “Ethan, do you need help too?” she asked gently.

Ethan politely shook his head. “No thank you, Grandma, We should catch up with Mom and Dad.”

Victoria nodded, taking his small hand in hers as they quickened their pace to keep up with us.

As we approached the arrivals area, I spotted my father through the glass partition. He stood next to checking his watch repeatedly.

uniformed drivers,

A cigarette was clasped between his fingers, though it appeared unlic–airport rules, I presumed. His eyes scanned each emerging passenger with growing impatience.

“There’s my father,” I told Sean, pointing toward the familiar figure. Though I couldn’t remember our past, something in my heart recognized him immediately.

Sean followed my gaze. “He looks anxious.”

“Hes been waiting a while,” I observed. “Sean, please put me

down now. I don’t want him to worry.”

Sean hesitated. “Are you sure you

can walk?

I nodded. “The feeling has returned. Besides, if he sees you carrying me, he’ll think something’s wrong.”

Sean reluctantly set me on my feet, keeping one arm around my waist for support. I tested my legs, relieved to find them steadier.

“Im fine now,” I assured him, gently removing his supportive