The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 227 The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife Chapter 227: I Am Your Fiancé, Christopher POV The sedative would keep her under for a few more hours. Foough think to finalize my plans.

Jack burst through the door, breaking my contemplation.

"Mr. Blake, David Chen is here to see you? "What does he want? I asked coldly.

"He's waiting outside, sir. He insists on speaking with you." My expression hardened instantly. "Who told him where to find us? Jack took a half-step back, clearly sensing my anger. 'I'm not sure, sit, but he I cut him off with a dismissive wave. "Never mind. Have him wait in the hall." "Yes, sir I cast one last lingering glance at Angela's peaceful face before heading to the door. In the corridor, David stood ramrod straight, posture stiffening as 1 approached.

"Mr. Blake," he greeted formally, I didn't return his greeting, merely fixed him with an icy stare.

David cleared his throat. "Mr. Blake, I've completed the task you assigned me. I believe it's tfor you to fulfill your end of our arrangement." Without a word, I reached into my pocket and tossed him a set of keys.

his He caught them easily, his shoulders visibly relaxing. We both knew what they represented-his payment for helping deliver Angela to me.

As he pocketed the keys, he hesitated, then asked, "I heard Mrs. Wilson was injured. How is she doing?" "That's none of your concern," I replied coldly.

"Perhaps not," David conceded, "but Mr. Blake, if you're determined to keep her by your side, you should take better care of her." A bitter laugh escaped me. "Are you presuming to lecturenow?" "Just offering advice." I narrowed my eyes, studying this once-loyal driver. "David... have you becaddicted to playing the hero? Actually believing you're one of the good guys now?" 'I don't know if I'm a good person," David replied evenly, "but forcing someone to stay with you isn't the behavior of a gentleman." "You speaks so righteously," I countered, "yet you still delivered her tofor your own benefit, didn't you?" 1/3 Chapter 227: I Am Your Flancé His expression faltered, having no response to this undeniable truthg "Yes, I'm not above it all, he finally admitted. But Mr. Blake, yearre far more contemptible then I w With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, his stride purposeful. I watched his retreating hack, already phasing with this former trusted assistant who now know too much.

After David's departure, Jack approached cautiously.

"Mr. Blake, now that Mrs. Wilson is here, what about Mr. Shaw 1 silenced him with a warning look, refusing to discuss that particular issue in the open hallway, Sean Shaw remained ag obstacle-something Jack and I both understood without needing to speak it aloud.

Returning to the hospital room, I reclaimed my seat beside Angela's bed, carefully considering my next move. My original plan had been to deal with Sean after securing Angela, but her unexpected memory loss required adjustments, 1 gr traced my fingers along her cheek, my decision crystallizing, Looking down at Angela's unconscious form, I whispered, "If you wake up and agree to stay withwillingly, I might consider sparing him." Hours later, Angela finally stirred, her eyebrows drawing together in a slight wince as her hand moved toward the back of her neck "You're awake?" I asked softly.

Angela turned toward me, confusion clouding her eyes. "It's you..." I leaned forward, carefully helping her sit up, noting how she tensed slightly at my touch.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?" Once upright, she murmured, "My neck hurts a little." My hands paused momentarily, guilt flashing throughas I recalled the syringe piercing her neck.

"Do you remember what happened before you lost consciousness?" I asked carefully.

Angela met my gaze with genuine bewilderment. "What happened?" I suppressed the surge of satisfaction, maintaining a concerned expression. "You collapsed suddenly.

She nodded faintly. "Oh." "Besides your neck, is anything else bothering you?" Angela considered this briefly. "No, nothing else." "Would you liketo massage it for you?" I offered, reaching toward her neck.

Angela instinctively shied away from my hand. "No, thank you. I'll manage myself." Even without her memories, her body remembered its aversion to my touch.

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1 masked my disappointment, quickly changing the subject. "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?? "Thank you for asking, but I'm not hungry.

I narrowed my eyes, recognizing another side effect of the medication. Not hungry? Do you know hos Bing it's been since vous vo eaten? Angela pressed a hand to her stomach. "Really? I don't feel hungry 1 picked up my phone and ordered the kitchen to prepare a nutritious meal, then set it aside and turned back to her. Don't force yourself to remember things. I'll take good care of you from now on Angela frowned. "But..." "But what?" "But I don't even know who I am." This was the moment I'd been waiting for. "That doesn't matter. Whatever you don't know, I can tell you." Angela asked eagerly, "Then what is our relationship? Where is my family? Why has no one cto see me?"

I delivered the carefully crafted lies I'd ཤ་ prepared. "Your family isn't here, and before you lost your memory, I didn't anticipate this would happen. I didn't notify them because I didn't want them to worry."

Seeing her slowly nod, I knew she was accepting my explanation.

was the crucial the his perfect opportunity to establish our relationship.

I fixed her with a serious gaze, my voice filled with tenderness. "As\for who I am to you, letanswer that a officially." I looked directly into her eyes, my voice firm yet gentle: "I am your fiancé." Chapter Comments LIKE POST COMMENT NOW SHARE