LittleNovelChapter 212 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 212: You Are My Best Painkiller Angels Pov I laid the pillow on Sean's bed and straightened the blanket, artet ware of his pee burning into my "Didn't you askto stay with you tonight?" I said, Trying to keep my votre casual despite the tension crackling between on Sean's eyes darkened, something dangerous flickering in their depths He moved closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Stay with me? Ate you sure about that?" His proximity brought his scent-antiseptic mixed with his natural warmthe- washing over me, I felt my peise quicken, a traitorous reaction I couldn't control. Instinctively, I pulled the blanket closer, creating a barrier between us.
Sean chuckled at my defensive gesture, "You said you'd stay, yet you still guarding against mer I'm only staying because I'm concerned your wound might get infected, I clarified immediately, bristling at his assumption. "Don't misunderstand. If you continue like this, Ell go back to the children's room right now," I made a show of rising from the bed, but Sean's hand caught my wrist.
"Wait, don't go. His sudden movement pulled at his injury, and his face drained of color. A pained groan escaped his lips despite his obvious effort to suppress it.
He forced a pale smile through his obvious discomfort. "Why are you angry? Look at me-I can barely move without feeling like I'm being stabbed. What could I possibly do? Even if I wanted to, my body won't cooperate." Despite his injured state, his eyes remained filled with desire-that unmistakable, raw hunger of a man for a woman, unmasked and unapologetic.
"Then stop looking atlike that," I said uncomfortably.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSean raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" "Like you're doing right now," I replied bluntly, His gaze felt more intimate than any physical touch, as if he could see through every defense I'd carefully constructed.
"Angela," he said softly, "isn't that a bit harsh? The woman I love is sitting beside me, and I can't touch her, can't hold her... and now I can't even look at her?" His eyes grew even more intense, makingfeel utterly exposed. Fristrated, I sat up on my knees.
"Can't you look somewhere else? 1 demanded, placing my hand over his face and pushing it away.
Sean turned back immediately, his lips brushing against my palm. The sensation was warm and soft, sending an unexpected shiver through me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it firmly-not painfully, but with enough strength to keepfrom retreating.
He began kissing my palm with deliberate gentleness, each touch reverent.
Something stirred inside me, a warmth I hadn't felt in years. I wanted to pull away but found myself frozen, unable to break the connection.
Sean moved his attention to my fingers, kissing each one in turn. Every touch sent currents of electricity through my body. I knew I should stop him, but I hesitated, afraid any sudden movement might aggravate his wound.
1/2 Chapter 212: You Are My Best Painkiller His lips traveled from my hand to my wrist, then up my arm. When reached my neck, his warm breath against my skin madeshiver.
"No.. cant." I finally managed, my voice unstrady WW I pressed hand against his wandering ones. "Your wand hasn't healed." "It's just a scratch," he murmured, his voice husky. "It doesn't matter I stared at him incredulously, remembering how his face had contorted with pain as the doctor cleaned and stitched the jagged gash across his abdomen.
"Absolutely not!" I pushed firmly against his chest, keeping distance between us.
I could see the conflict in his eyes-the physical pain battlin battling with desire for me. Neither seemed willing to yield.
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"Angela," he whispered against my ear, his breath warmy. "Just letkiss you a little longer. I promise I won't cross the line." I didn't trust his promise-or my own willpower.
Once we started down this s path, I wasn't sure either of us could stop.
"You are my best painkiller," he murmured, his lips ghosting across my temple.
What surprisedwas that beyond those kisses, he didn't make any further advances. Soon, he rested his head against my shoulder, his eyes closing heavily. I could still see his furrowed brow and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He must be in terrible pain, just hiding it in my presence, 1 moved to turn off the bedside lamp, but found him softly calling my name.
"Angie, don't go," he whispered.
"I'm not going anywhere," 1 responded, then switched off then allowing him to hold my hand light, a tightly in the darkness. Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW SHARE
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