The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 229 The Secret Pregnancy of the Entoere's £7.91dk Chapter 229: Unraveling Suspicions Angels Pow The private ville was imprevisthrough the entrance, his hand woveney Welchome," he said, Aw sovies get buching is key there I scanned the elegant interion, searching my amply mind for my way of upiran. The male tors, the sweeping stree tasteful artwork all of it remained tublardy unfair, yet Cridligter ved througe the specs It's beautiful, but... I paused as a wave of Gizziness suddenly wet over me, I as a regis Christopher nodded, expression carefully neutral. "The dexter matu sis might happen, Momotes chest gradually, don't force yourself." A woman in a maid's uniform approached us with a polite usta, Viroma iad, M. When M. de Christopher acknowledged her with a nod. "Please have the Yetchen repere a lift med for Me, Wilson "Slow down, Christopher murmured as I swayed slightly, "You're still very week! I'm fine, I insisted, though the pounding in my head singested otherwise, "Let the maid escort you to your bedroom to rest, Christopher said, I'll check on the meal prepucion I followed the maid up the sweeping staircase, my fingers trailing along the cool marble railing. Was this truly my home? Way dad nothing stir even the faintest memory? As we passed through the upstairs hallway, something caught my attention-a closed door different from the others. Without knowing why, I stopped, a strange chill running down my spine, "What's in this room?" I asked, reaching for the handle.

It was locked. A wave of inexplicable fear washed over me, my heart suddenly racing, I pressed my palm against my chest, trying to calm myself.

"This is what room?" I repeated, turning to the maid.

Just a guest room, Mrs. Wilson," she replied, her expression carefully neutral.

"Why is it locked? Do you have a key? I'd like to see inside." "I'm sorry, that room isn't accessible at the moment." I stared at the door, unable to explain even to myself why it disturbedso deeply. A regular guest room that's locked and off-limits? That makes no sense.

The maid gently directedaway. "Your suite is this way, Mrs. Wilson." I followed reluctantly, casting one last glance at the mysterious locked door.

1/3 Chapter 229 Unraveling Suspicions Stlater, Christopher's volce startledfrom my thoughts.

Angela.

I turned to see him standing in the doorway of my suite, "Yes?" "It's tfor dinner. Don't you remember? We agreed the chef would prepare something nutritious when we returned." "Right, of course," I said, though I had no recollection of such a conversation. "Are you alright? You look pale." I'm fine, I insisted. "Probably just low blood sugar." During dinner, I barely touched my food, my appetite nonexistent despite the beautifully presented meal. Christopher watchedwith concern, encouragingto eat "just a little more" every few minutes.

Afterward, I retreated to the balcony of my suite, gazing out at the darkening Mediterranean. The beauty beforecouldn't penetrate the fog of uncertainty clouding my mind.

"Why are you out here alone?" Christopher's voice cfrom behind me. "Still feeling unwell?" I turned to face him. "You said you'd helpfind my phone. Any news?" "We found it, but it's damaged," he explained. "I'll need a technician to recover the data." "Could I have my father's contact information? John's?" Something shifted in Christopher's eyes as he studied me. "Why are you looking atlike that?" "Like what?" He composed his features. "Of course I can give you his information if you really want it." "Is there sproblem between my father and me?" Christopher sighed, leaning against the railing. "Angela, since your father found his new family, you rarely contact each other. He lives primarily in Europe and isn't... particularly involved in your life The revelation stung, though I couldn't recall the man I was supposedly estranged from..

"Besides my father, do we have mutual friends? Do I have a best friend?" "Yes, Sophie Parker." "Where is she?" "Not here," Christopher said, then added, "Oh, I forgot you've lost your memory. Sometimes I forget that fact." "Could I have her contact information?" "Once the technician recovers your phone data, I'll give you all your contacts." This doesn't make sense. How could an adult woman have only one contact person? VELL

After Christopher left, I examined the new phone he'd given me. Thecontact list contained just two names: Christopher the newly added John Wilson. I frowned, my suspicions growing. e and 2/3 Chapter 229. Unraveling Suspicions

paced the room, trying to offanize my thoughts. Either my memory had serious problems, or Christopher wasn't tellingthe ound him-none of it aligned with his claim that we were truth. The locked room, the limited contacts, my visceral discomfort engaged.

I'may not remember who I am, but I know myself enough to be certain I wouldn't accept someone I don't love,

With trembling fingers, I pressed the call button next to my father's name. The phone rang several times, each unanswered tone increasing my anxiety. Finally, a click, then a female voice. "Hello? Wilson speaking." 1 gripped the phone tighter, my heart pounding. This might be my only chance to learn the truth.

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