The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 85

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 85: Did He Change Her Clothes?

Sean POV

I found them in Angela’s VIP room–Christopher standing by the window, speaking quietly with the night nurse. The sight of him there, acting as if he had every right to he by her bedside, made something twist in my chest.

“Mr. Blake,” the nurse was saying, her voice warm with approval, “we don’t often see this kind of dedication, even in our VIP wing

⚫ Christopher’s response carried clearly across the quiet rooms. “Although she’s not my girlfriend yet, thank you for your

congratulations. Il do my best to win her heart.”

The casual presumption in his tone made my blood ball. W Without concious thought, I found myself stepping into the room, my voice carrying that edge of authority I usually reserved for hostile envers

“I’m here to take my wife home.”

Christopher turned slowly, his amber eyes meeting mine with that infuriating calm he’d perfected over the years. He didn’t move from his position by Angela’s bedside, a subtle challenge in his stance that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Why are you still here?” I asked, moving to the opposite side of Angela’s bed. The question came out sharper than I’d intended, but seeing Christopher so comfortable in my wife’s hospital room set my teeth on edge.

Christopher’s lips curved into that knowing smile that had always irritated me. To look after Angela, of course. How’s your investigation going? Found anything interesting about Christina’s involvement?”

“There’s no concrete evidence linking Christina to the attack,” I said, keeping my voice carefully neutral despite the

in his question.

e provocative tone

“Still defending her? Christopher’s voice carried a hint of contempt After everything that’s happened, you’re still taking her side?”

“I’m not taking sides,” I responded, fighting to maintain my composure. “I’m simply saying we need actual proof before making accusations, Even you should understand the importance of evidence, Blake.”

A soft sound from the bed interrupted our brewing confrontation. Angela stirred slightly, though her eyes remained closed.

I watched as her features tensed then smoothed, recognizing the telltale signs of someone pretending since college when she wanted to avoid difficult situations.

to sleep–a habit she’d had

“Angel, Christopher called softly, the familiar nickname setting my teeth on edge, “if you’re awake, you can stop pretending to sleep

Her eyes opened slowly, confusion clouding her features as she took in the scene before her. The sight of her vulnerability made my earlier anger fade, replaced by an overwhelming need to protect her even if it meant protecting her from my own mistakes.

“Are you feeling any better?” I asked softly, my eyes searching her face for any signs of discomfort. She gave a slight nod, though the pallor of her skin told a different story,

“Elizabeth’s surgery went well,” I continued, gentling my voice. “She’s asking for you. We should head home so you can rest properly before visiting her tomorrow,

The doctors haven’t cleared her to leave yet, Christopher cut in sharply, moving to stand between me and Angela’s doctor specifically said she needs to stay under observation for at least twenty–four hours. You can’t just take her ho suddenly decided to show up.”

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Chapter 85: Did He Change Her Clothes?

His words stoked the anger That had been simmering since I’d entered the room

“I have the best private doctors in the country,” I replied coldly, my yes never leaving his. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of my wife. Your concern is unnecessary and frankly, unwelcome.”

I moved past him to Angela’s side, shrugging off my cashmere overcoat. The fabric felt warm from my body heat as i carefully draped it around her shoulders.

“This will b

will be warmer,” I said softly, then slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her hack, lifting her from the bed.

“I can walk by myself, Angela protested weakly, her hands pressing against my chest in a half–hearted attempt to create distance

between us.

But I ignored her resistance, only tightening my hold. Her slight weight in my arms reminded me forcefully of how fragile she could be, despite her usual strength.

Through it all, Christopher watched with that unreadable expression that had always made me want to punch him.

Little Angel,” he said tenderly, though his eyes held a warmth that made my arms tighten around Angela, “please take care of yourself. 111–handle everything we discussed earlier.”

The look that passed between them wasn’t lost on me–some silent communication that excluded me entirely.

“Something you’ll miss? I couldn’t keep the edge from my voice as I caught Angela’s lingering glance toward Christopher.

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