The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 75

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 75: Wounds and Whispers

Angela Pow

His eyes narrowed slightly, studying my face with the intensity be ally reserved for complex business deals.

“Is everything alright?”

“I’m just 1

tired, I lied smoothly. “It’s been a long day. And with Victoria back… I think we should try to appear more.

added softly, before he could respond. united. At least in front of the family.”

Something shifted in Sean’s expression – a softening around the eyes that I hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Of course, you’re right about Victoria. She’s always been particularly perceptive,”

I managed a small smile, grateful bed understood without further explanation. “Thank you. I know it’s short notice, but—“

Before I could finish, Sean’s expression changed suddenly, his eyes fixed on my hand where I’d unconsciously gripped the edge of

his desk

“You’re hurt. His voice carried a sharp edge of concern as he rose from his chair.

I tried to pull my hand back, but he was faster, catching my wrist with surprising gentleness. His fingers were warm against my sku as he turned my palm upward, revealing the raw scrapes.

“It’s nothing.” I said quickly. “I just… took a small fall earlier.”

“A fall?” Sean’s thumb traced the edge of my palm, careful to avoid the abraded skin. “These look fresh. When did this happen?”

“This afternoon. Really, Sean, it’s fine-

he was already reaching for his phone. “Michael,” he said when his assistant answered, “bring up the first aid kit from the medical office. And some ice.”

-you

“You don’t need to-

“Sit.” His tone brooked no argument as he guided me to the leather sofa near the window. The city lights were beginning to twinkle to life beyond the glass, Manhattan preparing for its nightly transformation.

Michael appeared moments later with a well–equipped medical kit and an ice pack. Sean dismissed him with a nod, then settled beside me on the sofa, opening the kit with practiced efficiency.

“This might sting,” he warned, holding an antiseptic wipe. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the scrapes, his breath warm against my skin as he bent over his task.

“Remember when you used to patch me up after hockey practice?” he asked, his voice soft with memory. “Junior year, that championship game against Westbrook?”

I did remember. Sean had taken a brutal check into the boards, emerging with a split lip and a fierce grin of triumph. I’d been the one to clean him up afterward, lecturing him about unnecessary risk while he just smiled that infuriating, blood–stained smile.

“You were always too reckless,” I murmured, watching as he carefully applied antibiotic ointment to my palms.

“And you were always there to put me back together.” His fingers lingered on my wrist, just above where the mystery attacker had

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Chapter 75: Wounds and Whispers

grabbed me. “Angela

The softness in his voice made me look up, finding his face much cler than I’d expected.

The office lights caught the green of his eyes, reminding me of summer storms over the Atlantic.

For a moment, I could almost forget the complications between

him about.

Christina, the marriage contract, the baby I still couldn

His free hand came up to cup my cheek, and I felt myself leaning into the touch despite every rational argument against it. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I knew with absolute certainly that he was going to kiss me.

The sharp trill of his phone shattered the moment.

Christina’s name flashed across the screen, and reality came crashing back. I pulled away, gathering the scattered pieces of my composure as Sean stared at the phone with an unreadable expression.

“You should answer that,” I said, standing perhaps too quickly. “Your girlfriend might need something urgent.

Angela-

“Thank you for the first aid, I managed a smile that felt brittle even to me.

dinner.

Shall we