The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 132 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 132: I Used To Place The Pill On My Tongue And Kiss You Angela Pov I arrived at Sean's hotel a few minutes early, settling into one of the plush chairs in the lobby's waiting area. My phone showed 2:57 PM-three minutes before our agreed time. I hadn't bothered with luggage; this was a day trip at most. I'd be hack in New York by Tomorrow alternoon.

The twins were re with Olivia. Despite our recent tension over Son, sud agreed immediately when I called asking for help.

"Of course I'll watch them," she'd said, her voice softening when I ntioned visiting Elizabeth's grave. "Take whatever tyou need." Two minutes passed. Then live. At 3:08, I texted Thomas: "Are you coming down soon?" Three minutes later, my phone lit up with his response: "Ms. Wilson, we might need a little more time." My mind immediately jumped to the worst scenarios. Was Sean having another episode? Had his condition worsened? Setting my jaw, 1 stood and headed for the elevators.

When I reached the dear of Sean's suite, I pressed the bell and waited. The silence stretched before Thomas finally opened the door, his surprised expression tellingeverything I needed to know, Ms. Wilson! Why did you cup?" he stammered, blocking the entrance.

I fixed him with a look that brooked no argument. Thomas's eyes darted nervously as he insisted nothing was wrong, but years of dealing with Sean's staff had taughtto recognize evasion. Without waiting for further explanation, I stepped past him into the suite.

Ms. Wilson, please wait!" Thomas called after me, his footsteps hurting behindas I strode toward the master bedroom. Worry tightened my chest. Had Sean collapsed again? Was he coughing up blood? I quickened my pace, reaching for the bedroom door.

As I pushed it open, my breath caught. Sean stood by the bed, shirtles, his fingers working at the buttons of a fresh dress shirt. The lean muscles of his torso-that familiar expanse of tanned skin-momentarily stoppedin my tracks.

He looked up, green eyes narrowing when they met mine.

I quickly averted my gaze, heat rising to my cheeks despite my best efforts. "You're... you're okay?" A sardonic smile curved his lips. "What, didn't get enough of a view at the riding club? Need a closer look?" "Don't flatter yourself," I snapped, though my face betrayedwith unwanted warmth. “You were late. I thought something might have happened," Kean continued buttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness. "We're going to Elizabeth's grave, aren't we? Are you planning to stand there watchingdress, or shall we get going?" "If you're not feeling well enough to travel, we can postpone," I offered, noting the slight pallor beneath his tan. I can wait a day or "That won't be necessary," he replied flatly Downstairs. Thomas led us to a waiting black Bentley.

1/3 Chapter 132: I Used To Place The Pill On My Tongue A Kiss You "Ms. Wilson, Mr. Shaw has arthinged fis his private jet to take you to Vermont, Thomas explained as the driver loaded Sear's overnight bag into the trunk.

1 stopped short. "Private Jet? I thought we'd be taking a commercial right." "There are no direct flights to Elizabeth's hometown, Sean said coldly. "Unless you plan to waste an entire day on layovers." Whatever you say," I replied, sliding into the car's plush leather backseat. This new development concerned me. A private jet meant hours alone with Sean in a confined space-precisely the situation by hoped to avoid.

At Teterboro Airport, my phone rang. Christopher's nflashed no he screen. "You're going to Vermont? His voice was strained with barely contained tension.

"Yes," I confirmed. To Elizabeth's hometown. I'll be back tomorrow.

"With him?" The emphasis on the last word was unmistakable..

A pause. "Angela, may 1 ask why?" "I have something important to take care of there." Christopher's voice softened slightly. "Alright. Be careful. I'll pick you up when you return." "That's not necessary," I said quickly. "I'll just go straight to the office when I get back." Why do you always refuse my help?" The hurt in his voice was palpable. "Won't you even givea chance anymore?" "It's not that, I just- "I'll pick you up," he interrupted with uncharacteristic firmness. "Letknow when you land." The call ended abruptly-the first tChristopher had ever hung up on me, I stared at my phone, momentarily stunned by this departure from his usually impeccable manners, I glanced up to find Sean watching me, his expression darkening. His jaw tightened visibly before he turned away, striding toward the waiting aircraft.

The interior of Sean's Gulfstream G650 took my breath away despite myself. Gleaming mahogany, buttery leather, and polished chrcreated an atmosphere of understated luxury, Sean quickly gave Thomas a few instructions before settling into a seat by the window, pointedly looking away from me.

You seem torn," he commented as I took a seat across from him. "Is Blake upset you didn't invite him along?" I hit back my initial response. "Elizabeth was important totoo. This has nothing to do with Christopher." Sean's Laugh was short and bitter, "Of course. That's why you needto take you to her grave, not him." I felt my face flush but remained silent. Any response would only give him ammunition.

Twenty minutes into the flight, Thomas approached Sean with a small pill case. "Mr. Shaw, it's tfor your medication." 2/3 Chapter 132: I Used To Place The Pill On My Tongue And Kiss You I know, Sean replied tersely.

The doctor emphasized you must take it every six hours without fal Thomas persisted.

"I said I know!" Sean snapped, his mood clearly deteriorating.

I watched as Thomas retreated, his shoulders slumped in defeat. A few minutes later, he quietly approached my seat.

"Ms. Wilson, he whispered, could you please help? Mr. Shaw keeps efusing his medication, and his condition will only worsen." "Why me?" I questioned. "He won't listen to me.

Thomas looked atearnestly. "You're the only one who can influence him.

Since you With a reluctant sigh, I stood and moved to Sean's side.

left... he hasn't listened to anyone." "Can't you just take your medication as prescribed?" I demanded. "Or do you need to be coughing up blood again to be satisfied?" Sean raised an eyebrow. "Concerned about my wellbeing?" "Don't be ridiculous," I retorted. "I simply don't want you collapsing mid-flight and delaying my plans."

His eyes locked with mine, the familiar green depths stirringo m penember? Do you recall how I used to convince you?" g unwanted memories. "You never liked taking medication either, I glared at him in warning. "Sean Shaw, don't you dare." A slow smile spread across his face. "Don't remember? I used to place the pill on my tongue and kiss you. Maybe I should remind you... or perhaps you'd like to return the favor?" Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW