The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 29

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 29: Then Why Don’t You Date Him?

Angela Poy

I followed the address Christina texted me and found this cozy little café tucked away near the office.

As I approached the door, I noticed a “Closed for Rest” sign hanging here. Just then, my phone buzzed

“Angela, don’t worry about the sign–just push the door open and come in. This is my friend’s place, and I asked him to shut it down for a few hours so we could talk privately.”

I didn’t bother replying, just hung up and nudged the door open. The moment I stepped inside, I saw Christina sitting in the corner, waving me over

I headed toward her and slid into the seat across the table.

Next to her was a bald, slightly chubby middle–aged guy.

The second he laid eyes on me, he stood up, walked over, and–without warning–placed a hand on my shoulder. The gesture felt way too familiar, and I couldn’t help but tense up, a little put off by ir.

“Hey, you must be Christina’s friend, right? Can I get you something to drink? His voice was softer than I’d expected, almost warm, but his eyes lingered on me a bit too long, sizing me up in a way that made my skin crawl.

ghtly to shake off his hand and shook my head. “No, thanks. I can’t have coffee right now–doctor’s orders because of

I shifted slightly to the baby.”

He froze for a split second, clearly caught off guard. Then, with a weird little grin, he said, “Pregnant, huh? No problem–I like

mature women!”

I blinked, unsure how to respond to that, but Christina jumped in before I could. “Drake, just grab her a hot milk, will you?*

“Sure thing.” he said with a quick nod, shooting me one last glance before heading off. “You two catch up. I’ll be right back.”

Once he was out of earshot, Christina leaned in with a small, knowing; smile..

“Drake’s an old friend I met in Paris. He’s pretty laid–back–came back to New York and opened this café. No grand plans, just likes keeping things simple. And when it comes to relationships, he’s a total romantic. Treats his girlfriend like gold.”

She paused, her tone shifting to something more deliberate. “You know, after your divorce from Sean, if you don’t have anyone else in mind… maybe give Drake a thought.”

Wait, hold on. Was that her angle all along?

No wonder he’d been acting so weirdly friendly.

She’d clearly already decided I was some kind of package deal to pitch to him. I bit back the urge to snap, but a hint of sarcasm slipped out anyway.

“Christina,

Dwe you one, sure—but are you seriously trying to run my love life now too?”

She looked startled for a moment, then laughed it off like I was overreacting.

, come on, Angela. I’m not meddling in your marriage or anything. I just think Drake’s a decent guy.

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Chapter 29: Then Why Don’t You Date Him?

“Really? Then why don’t you date him?” I cut her off, not letting her finish.

Her smile faded, and the air between us grew lense. Our friendship had always been more surface–level than either of us liked to admit–I didn’t buy for a second that the was doing this out of kindness.

There was a long pause. Christina picked up her spoon and stirred her coffee slowly, like she was buying time,

“I didn’t expect you to get so defensive about someone who’s helped you out,” she said, her voice cool, her eyes sharp with

judgment.

Oddly enough, that jab actually made me relax. I grinned.

“Oh, good–so you’re finally dropping the act? Honestly, the real you isn’t half bad. At least you’re not forcing that fake smile

anymore.

Her expression darkened. “I just don’t think you deserve me being nice to you! I didn’t peg you for someone this ungrateful,” she shot back.

“Ungrateful?” I raised an eyebrow, studying her. “Just because you helped my dad, does that mean I should throw away a life for

you?

Her face paled. “What are you even talking about? When did I ask you to kill someone?”