Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher)

Chapter 213

Sean carefully placed Angeline's feet on the carpet and tidied up the first aid kit. "He helped you a lot?” He then queried, “ls he pursuing you?"NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Angeline laughed off the implication. "What are you thinking about? Danny actually likes..." She paused, then continued with a smile, "A friend of mine. He drank so much today because of her."

Sean fetched Angeline's slippers and set them by her feet.

"Thanks!" Angeline said, slipping into her shoes and standing up. "What would you like to drink?"

"I could have some hangover tea from the upper left cabinet. I had too much tonight, and it’s not sitting well.”

"Got it! I'll brew some for you.” Angeline stepped away from Sean and headed to the kitchen.

She reached for the tea box on tiptoe and glanced back at Sean. "The hangover tea is indeed here. He knows my place better than I do." After washing her hands and shaking off the dizziness from the alcohol, Angeline brought the tea out just as Sean emerged from the bathroom. She set the tea on the coffee table and announced, "Your tea...”

“Thanks.” Sean pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

Seeing Angeline's flushed face, he reached out to touch her forehead. "Are you feeling better?”

“Much better, thanks. Perhaps it's the effect of the alcohol,” Angeline said and moved away fromhis touch. Ste’ sat down on the x single-seater couch and tried ta'start a conversation. "Yasmine and. Xavier mentioned you've been dinigg with them at the old residenceswhenever possible. I appreciate it.” swnovel.ne

"It's what a father should do," Sean replied while cleaning his glasses.” "After all; you've been raising them abroad alone for years. I haven't

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Angeline reassured him, “It's not on you. I know you wanted to be there for us. It was my choice to leave."

Angeline felt that perhaps the wine made her speak up, but she found herself opening up willingly. “You've always been my pillar. I owe you so much. When I left. we weren't even officially divorced..."

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‘If you feel you're indebted to me, you can thinka pout how you should repay me " Séan suggested with an, intense gaze. His cold look and x chiseled-features made him look” exceptionally domineering under the wat light. He fixed his sharp and deep- set eyes, which were-tinged with a hint of smile, on her silently.

Angeline's fingers stalled on the pillow's tassels. Her thoughts were in turmoil. Sean's aloofness was usually intimidating, but it seemed to soften with his feelings laid bare.

It was hard not to be moved by such attention. Angeline could feel her resolve waver.

She wondered if they were truly right for each other. In terms of family, Sean was essentially her uncle. This thought bound her emotions with a sense of impropriety.

Sean's patience waned as he donned his glasses again. He firmly grasped Angeline’s wrist to draw her close. Their eyes locked, and Angeline’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn't from fear but a tumultuous mix of emotions she couldn't name.

Sean gently held her in place as she tried to compose herself on his lap.