The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 38

The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 38: Bite Marks

Angela Pov

I stepped into Sean’s office, and the moment the door clicked shot hind me, his voice hit me like a brick.

“Christina

wanted you to try the soup she made. Why did you like to insult her?”

Insult her?

I was already regretting walking in here.

How h

had Christina managed to twist things so badly?

I glanced at Sean, unsure whether to be angry or confused. He didn’t look upset, though–just mildly amused, like he was enjoying this. His lips curled into a faint smirk, and his eyes were almost challenging me, daring me to respond

I turned toward Christina, who was standing by the desk, her posture too stiff

stiff, her smile

“Our agreement didn’t say I had to eat your food,” I said, my tone sharp.

too sweet.

I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes flickered with worry when I mentioned the agreement.

Christina’s smile faltered for a split second, but she quickly masked it with exaggerated innocence. She took a step forward, her voice sickeningly sweet,

“Angela, I really want to get along with you, to be friends. Why do you always reject me?

I didn’t bother hiding my annoyance. “The company hired me to do my job, not to make friends,” I said, giving her a pointed look.

I turned to Sean. “Unless Mr. Shaw has something else for me, I need to get back to work.”

I turned toward the door, eager to escape the tension, but before I could take a step, Sean was up from his desk, his hand grabbing

my arm.

“Why d

do you always have to be so aggressive?” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “I just

“Let go.” I snapped, pulling my arm out of his grip with more force than I’d intended.

I didn’t understand it. We’d agreed to move on, to leave the past behind, but here he was, trying to drag me back into the mess.

“I just wanted to ask if you’ve had lunch,” Sean said, clearly annoyed now, rolling up his sleeves as if trying to cool off. “If not-

But before he could finish, Christina screamed, cutting him off.

“Sean, how did you hurt your arm? she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and inspecting it like it was the most important thing in the

world.

I glanced at the mark. A deep, purple bruise had already formed where my teeth had sunk into his skin last night.

I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt, though I tried to push it away. It wasn’t like it was intentional.

“It’s nothing, just a scratch from a cat. Sean said quickly, pulling his sleeve down and avoiding my

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Chapter 38: Bite Marks

But I could see the brief look he gave me, the one that silently i

said, Don’t say anything

“A scrotch from a cat?” Christing asked, her eyes narrowing as she emined the wound more closely. “That doesn’t look like a cat scratch.”

“It’s just a small injury,” he said, brushing her off.

“Small injury? If an animal scratches at bites you, you need a vaccinge” Christina’s voice was rising now, full of fake concern as she leaned in closer. “It looks like a bite, not a scratch.”

I could feel the tension in the room, thick and suffocating. I exchanged an awkward glance with Sean, but I wasn’t interested in staying for this..

With a sigh, I turned and walked out, closing the door behind me.

The clock struck noon the next day when Christina walked into the office, exactly on time. I barely looked up from my paperwork, assuming she was here for Sean. But then, to my surprise, she walked straight to me.

“Let’s go to that café and talk,” she said, her voice devoid of its usual sweetness. Today, there was nothing but coldness in her eyes

I didn’t have time for this. I had to teach Emily some new procedures later, and I wasn’t in

t in the mood to

to deal with Christina’s games.

“Why can’t we talk here?” I looked up at her, a little annoyed.

Christina didn’t answer. Instead, she glanced around the room as if checking for anyone who might overhear us. push, she nudged me back toward my office.

“Angela, why did you go back on your word?” she demanded, her voice sharp now.

I stopped short, staring at her. “What do you mean?”

She gritted her teeth, her hands trembling slightly, but her grip on the edge of the desk was so tight,

– Then, with a firm

her knuckles went white.

THATH

you pretending? Do you remember the third rule in our agreement? No intimate contact with Sean before the divorce. Do you

remember that?

I looked her squarely in the eyes. “I remember. So?”

She was trembling with anger now, her face flushed. “Then did you follow it?”

“I did,” I replied, not flinching. “Except when we need to pretend to be a happy couple in front of Elizabeth. Other than that, there’s been no intimacy between me and him.”

I felt confident in my words–after all, I’d stuck to the agreement. I thought I’d done well, but Christina wasn’t having it.