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The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire’s Ex–Wife

Chapter 254: He Doesn’t Want to See You

Angela Pov

e arrived at Christopher s estate, a security manager immediate approache

his expression professionally neutral.

A security manager approached us, his expression professionally neutral. “Mr. Shaw He nodded respectfully toward Sean

Sean returned the nod silently.

The man’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I didn’t expect you to come personally, sir.”

His gare shifted to me, and understanding Immediately registered in his eyes. “Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Wilson, please wait a moment.” Without further explanation, he turned and hurried into the house,

As we stood waiting, a familiar figure emerged from the side entrance, and my heart leaped unexpectedly.

“David!” I called out before I could stop myself.

David Chen looked up, surprise flashing across his features before he quickly masked it, approaching us with measured steps.

“Mrs. Wilson, he greeted me, his voice carrying a warmth that contrasted with the formal address.

He turned to Sean, his demeanor cooling noticeably. “Mr. Shaw, you’re here.”

“Hello,” Sean replied, extending his hand with deliberate courtesy. “The been wanting to thank you personally for helping my wife in Europe”

David hesitated briefly before accepting the handshake. “No need to thank me. I just didn’t want Christopher to make another

mistake.”

The tension between them was palpable. I could feel years of history–David’s loyalty to Christopher, his five years of working alongside me, and whatever complicated feelings had developed during that time–all condensed into that single reluctant

handshake.

Sean seemed to sense it too, withdrawing his hand and falling silent. The awkward silence stretched for several seconds before David spoke again,

“Mrs. Wilson, have you come to see Mr. Blake?” he asked, though the answer was obvious.

I nodded. “Yes”

Something like resignation passed through David’s eyes. “If you’re just asking about Christopher’s condition, I could tell you what I know. But as for seeing him… I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

Disappointment must have shown on my face because David’s expression softened.

“Mrs.

1. rs. Wilson… why don’t you wait a little longer? I’ll go back inside and ask again. Perhaps I can convince him.”

“Could you really?” I asked, hope creeping into my voice.

“I can try,” David replied. “Let me see if I can persuade

le him. Please wait in the reception room, and I’ll come back with his answer.”

The security manager who had escorted us to the reception room arranged for coffee and pastries to be served,

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I picked up a coffee cup more but of politeness than desire, but as used it to my lips, Sean’s hand suddenly closed around mine. Startled, I looked up to find his eyes fixed intently on the cup, suspidon evident in his gaze.

The security manager cleared his throat awkwardly. Is something to liking, Mrs. Wilson?

Sean answered before I could. My wife’s stomach has been sensitive ately. She needs to eat according to a strict schedule, and coffee isn’t permitted at the moment.”

1 set the cup down, offering the man an apologetic smile.

thinking: their caution was understandable, given The security manager nodded without comment, but I could imaging what he was thinki recent events. The memory of my time as Christopher’s captive hung in the alt, unspoken but impossible to ignore.

We waited in uncomfortable silence until, finally, David returned. I

Immediately.

“David.

“Mrs. Wilson,” he responded, his tone gentle.

“Well?” I asked, unable to hide my anticipation.

David shook his head, disappointment evident in his downcast eyes.

I pressed my lips together, accepting the message without words.

“Mrs. Wilson,” David sighed, “perhaps Christopher just needs more time to think things through. He’s not ready to see you yet. Maybe next time… I believe he’ll eventually come around.”

“I” I began, but Sean suddenly rose and placed his arm around my shoulders.

“If he’s not ready to face her yet, then we’ll leave, Sean said firmly.

I swallowed whatever I had been about to say and nodded in agreement.

As Sean guided me toward the door, I noticed David’s gaze lingering on Sean’s hand on my shoulder, something like resignation his expression.

“This way,” David said, stepping aside. “There will be other opportunities.”

We had taken only a few steps

swhen I suddenly stopped. “Wait.”

I turned back to David, meeting his eyes directly. “David.”

Mrs. Wilson?”

“Thank you,” I said simply, but the words carried the weight of everything he had done for me in Europe.

The drive ba

back was quiet.

I stared out the window, watching the trees pass by in a blur of greens and browns, the occasional rustle of leaves penetrating the silence of the car.

-We could come back tomorrow, Sean

an finally said, breaking the stillness.

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I turned to look at him. “Tomorrow? You want to try again?

Sean nodded. There’s no reason he wouldn’t want to see you. The any explanation is that he can’t face

“so he probably just needs more time,” Sean continued. “If not today then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then

Freached over and took his hand. “Let’s not.”

-What?

“If he doesn’t want to see me tight now, we should respect that,” I said softly, “Let’s not push it,

Sean studied my face carefully. “You’re okay with leaving things unresolved? You don’t want to clear the air with him?”

1 gave him a small, resigned smile. “What is there to clear up? I’m not trying to be with him. Knowing he’s safe, that he’s just under his grandfather’s supervision for a while rather than facing worse consequences that’s enough for me.

In truth, I was relieved. This was the best possible outcome–Christopher hadn’t been completely destroyed. No SEC investigation, no federal prison. Just time to reflect on his actions.

“So what now?” I asked. “Should we head back to the city tonight? Or stay in the countryside for one more night? You did tell Aria we’d be gone three to five days.”

Sean considered me for a long moment before answering. “It’s getting late. Let’s stay one more night. If you don’t feel like visiting anywhere else tomorrow, we can head back to New York.“

I understood what he wasn’t saying he was concerned my decision might not be well–thought–out, that I might regret not trying again to see Christopher,

As we continued our drive in comfortable silence, I found myself wondering about Sean’s apparent insecurity.

What had I done in the post

post to make him so uncertain of my feelings?

For now, the answer remained locked away with the rest of my

missing memories.

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