The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 183 2/2 16:15 Thu, Apr 10 O The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 183: Why Do You Have Men's Clothes? Angela POV I stood in the hallway, my soaked clothes clinging uncomfortably to my skin.

The cool air against my heated skin remindedof the reality of our situation- ex-spouses with children, not lovers.

I was just helping him, I told myself. Even if we had actually made love, it wouldn't mean anything.

Pulling myself together, I grabbed a fresh set of men's clothing from the guest room drawer and returned to the bathroom door.

"Sean? I've brought you something to change into." "These should fit," I said quickly, already retreating.

I had changed into dry pajamas and was preparing hot tea in the kitchen when Sean emerged. The clothes hung loosely on his frame-dark sweatpants and a black t-shirt that was at least two sizes too large.

"Where did these clothes cfrom?" he asked.

"What?" "Another man's clothes. I won't wear them," he stated flatly.

"Fine. I'll call Thomas to bring you something else. Or better yet, I'll have him take you I turned to reach for my phone, but felt a tug on the hem of my pajama top.

Sean's fingers lightly held the fabric, his touch hesitant yet unmistakably a plea.

home." "Don't sendaway," he said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. "I'll wear them." The T-shirt was clearly meant for a much bigger man, hanging loose and shapeless on Sean's tall, muscular frame. It looked ridiculous on him, a far cry from his usual sharp suits that fit him perfectly.

"They're Christopher's, aren't they?" he finally asked.

I responded impatiently, "Yes." "I see," he said, his voice dangerously soft. "but he is not fat." I retrieved a cashmere throw from the hallway closet and handed it to him.

Sean accepted the blanket without comment, draping it around his shoulders like a cape.

"You should sleep on the sofa, I'll get you a pillow." "Angela?" His voice stoppedas I turned toward the hallway closet "What?" I asked without turning around.

"Thank you." 1/3 Chapter 183: Why Do You Have Men's Clothes? I nodded curtly and continued toward my bedroom, eager to put sdistance between us.

Sleep refused to come. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying what had happened in the bathroom-the heat, the touch...

What about Christina? The question nagged at me. If Sean had been drugged by her, did that mean they weren't together as I'd assumed? Marcus had mentioned they never officially beca couple, but I'd seen them together at events, always perfectly matched, always close.

Could I have misunderstood their relationship all this time? A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Angela?" Sean's voice cthrough the door. "Do you have an extra blanket? It's cold out here." I sat up, running a hand through my hair. "Just a minute." I rummaged through my closet, realizing with frustration that I didn't have any spare blankets. All I had was the comforter on my bed.

With a sigh, I pulled it off and opened the door. Sean stood in the hallway, the dim light casting shadows across his face. The cashmere throw was wrapped around his shoulders, but I could see he was still shivering slightly. "Here," I said, holding out my comforter. "Take this." He looked down at it, recognition dawning in his eyes. "This is your blanket." "It's fine," I insisted. "I'm not that cold." Sean took a step back, shaking his head. "No. I'll be fine with what I have." "Don't be stubborn, Sean. Just take it." I tried to push the comforter into his arms.

"I said no," he repeated firmly, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Without another word, he turned and walked back to the living room It was nearly three in the morning when I woke with a start. The apartment was silent, but something had disturbed my sleep. Worry about Sean's condition nagged at me.

The drug Christina had given him might have worn off, but what if there were side effects? "This is the last tI'll check on him," I promised myself as I slipped out of bed. The living sleep.

room was bathed in moonlight filtering through the large windows. Sean lay curled on the sofa, his body tense even in As I approached, I noticed the sheen of sweat on his forehead despite the chill in the room.

I pressed my palm to his forehead. He was burning up.

2/3 Chapter 183: Why Do You Have Men's Clothes? "Sean," I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently. "Wake up. You have fever." His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glassy with fever. "Angie?" he murmured.

The familiar term sent a jolt through me. He hadn't calledthat since before our divorce.

I hurried to the bathroom for fever patches and medication, my mind racing. When I returned, I gently placed the cooling patch on his forehead and helped him sit up to take the medicine.

"You need to drink this," I insisted, holding a glass of water to his lips.

As I dabbed his neck and wrists with alcohol to help bring down his m temperature, I couldn't help but remember all the times I'd cared for him during our marriage.

"I'm sorry," he whispered suddenly, his fingers catching mine as bm pressed the cool cloth to his temple. "Forgive me, Angie. I never meant..." "Sean, what are you-" "I missed you," he whispered, his lips barely grazing the corner of my mouth.

Then he was kissing me.

His hand cupped the back of my head, holdingclose as his lips moved against mine with a gentle insistence.

I knew I should push him away, knew this would only complicate things further, but my body betrayed me. I melted against him, responding to his kiss with a hunger that frightened me. When I finally managed to pull back slightly, Sean's eyes locked with mine. "What's wrong?" he asked softly.

Before I could answer, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed against the sofa cushions, unconscious.

Panic surged through me.

"Damn you, Sean Shaw," I whispered, though there was no bite to my words.

"Even now, you still manage to turn my life upside down." Chapter Comments POST COMMENT NOW LIKE SHARE