The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 250

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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 250: Don’t Cry for Me, My Silly Girl

Angela NOV

That’s a story for another time,” Sean replied.

I nodded, turning my attention to the task at hand.

My hands trembled as i carefully applied antiseptic in Seans wound The angry red gash across his abdomen–Christopher’s handiwork–made my chest tighten with each gentle dah. Next to it lay the older star I’d just asked him about

Without warning, tears spilled down my cheeks. I tried to hide them by looking doen, focusing on the bandages in my hands, but my shoulders betrayed me with a slight shake,

“Angela His voice held surprise, his hands frozen mid–motion as he stared at me in bewilderment.

I couldn’t stop

top the flood of emotions. My shoulders trembled as I tried to suppress the subs building in my chest. Why was I crying sa intensely over injuries on a man I barely remembered? Yet the pain felt visceral, as if his wounds were my own.

“Angela…” Sean reached for me, confusion evident in his expression

“You have two wounds, I choked out, gesturing toward his torso. “Dite old, one new. This new one is so severe, yet you didn’t say a word. You’ve been walking around, taking care of me, and all this time…”

My voice broke. The realization that he’d been silently enduring such pain while prioritizing my wellbeing overwhelmed me with guilt.

Seans expression shifted from confusion to understanding. His eyes softened as he reached out, his thumb gently wiping away the tears tracking down my cheeks,

“Don’t cry

cry for me, my silly girl,” he whispered, his lips brushing my wolids with tender kisses. “The last thing I want is to see you

worried or sad.”

I found myself calming at his words, his gentle tone doing more to soothe me than I would have expected.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, embarrassed by my emotional outburst. “I don’t know why I’m reacting this way.”

Taking a deep breath, I forcibly steadied myself. There was no time for tears–his wound needed attention.

still feel the heat in my cheeks and the

“Sit down,” I instructed, gesturing toward the bed. I wiped my eyes solutely, though I could still tightness in my throat. “Let me properly clean and dress that wound.

Sean complied, watching me with an intensity that made my fingers tremble slightly as I retrieved the medical supplies. I focused on the task, applying antiseptic to the wound with careful precision

“Lift your arm a bit,” I directed, voice steadier now.

As I worked, the question that had been burning in my mind slipped but before I could stop it.

Your old wound… that was because of me too, wasn’t it?”

Sean’s eyes flicked to mine. “No, it wasn’t.”

“You’re lying,” I said simply, recognizing the slight shift in his gaze at betrayed him.

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Chapter 250: Don’t Cry for Me, My Silly Girl

He sighed, then offered a gentle smile. “You were injured because ofine as well, weren’t you? There’s no need for self–reproach.”

His acknowledgment only increased the weight in my chest. I said nothing more as I finished securing the fresh bandage around his abdomen, my touch lingering perhaps longer than necessary.

When I started to gather the medical supplies, Sean placed his hand over mine. “I’ll take care of this. Why don’t you go take a shower? You must be tired.”

I nodded, suddenly aware of my exhaustion. “Alright.”

Sean’s voice followed me as I moved toward the bathroom. “Ill be waiting for you in bed.”

The suggestive undertone in his innocent statement sent heat rushing to my cheeks. I closed the bathroom door quickly before he

could see my reaction.

The hot water soothed my tense muscles, washing away the physical fatigue but doing little to clear my conflicted thoughts. When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel with my damp hair curling around my shoulders, I was startled to find Sean standing just outside the bathroom door.

“You surprised me,” I said, clutching the towel tighter.

He held out what appeared to be his own jacket. “You didn’t bring any warm sleepwear. I was concerned you might catch cold.”

The gesture was so unexpectedly thoughtful that it caught me off guard. I allowed him to drape the jacket around my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my collarbone in the process.

should be taking care of yourself, I chided gently, though I welcomed the warmth of his jacket around me.

“Tomorrow when you go shopping with my mother, perhaps you can pick up me toward the bed,

p some warmer sleepwear,” he suggested, walking with

“Are we staying here long?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Sean studied my face. “Do you want to? Do you like it here?”

I considered his question. The Hamptons estate was undeniably beautiful, peaceful in a way that seemed care in my fragmented memories. But there was something else tugging at me.

“Don’t you need to get back to New York for work?” I countered.

A slow smile spread across Sean’s face. “What’s this? Already can’t bear to part with me?”

Who

said I can’t bear it?” I retorted, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “You should head back to New York tomorrow.”

“Really?” Sean asked, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, soft yet insistent.