Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 633

This was the first time Conrad had ever asked her to do something like this. Wiona didn’t even need a second to think—she turned him down right away.

“No!”

Conrad’s eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Wiona forced a nervous little laugh. First, there was the whole mess left over from her divorce with Jace, and after that, being pregnant made it even more impossible to appear in public with Conrad. Now, she’d just revealed herself as W, and if she showed up with the head of the Sullivan Group right away, the gossip would explode. Plus, she was still plotting something big behind the scenes.

“Conrad, don’t take it the wrong way,” she said, trying to soften her tone. “Right now, it’s just better if people don’t know I’m your wife. Once we deal with Wilson, we can go public. Okay?”

Conrad understood. He knew this was the smart move. Still, he couldn’t help but grumble, “So I’m just a hassle to you now?”

Wiona couldn’t help but laugh. She reached out, gently pinching his cheek. “Come on, Mr. Sullivan, since when do CEOs insist on bringing their wives to banquets? No one else does that. Just be patient for a little while longer.”

Conrad melted immediately. She only had to act a little sweet, and he was putty in her hands.

“Alright,” he said, “but I want a little extra interest.”

He slid the hairpin out of her hair, letting her hair tumble loose. With one hand on the back of her head, he kissed her, deep and lingering.

Wiona tried to resist, pushing at his chest. “Mmm… You really need to go… My makeup…”

It was pointless. He only made things more difficult for himself. Eventually, he let out a frustrated sigh and forced himself to calm down.

He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, his voice low and rough as he looked at her. “I won’t be able to pick you up today, okay? After the gallery closes, Molly and Nikolai will bring you home.”

Conrad had managed to squeeze in a visit just to see the opening of her first art show, and Wiona would never dream of making him play driver for her.

“Go on, focus on your own work,” she said. “I’ll be stuck here for the next two weeks. If you had to pick me up every day, I’d be the villain of Sullivan Group. Go, let’s each handle our own battles.”

Conrad smiled, squeezing her soft hand. “I’ll have people keeping tabs on Wilson at all times. Don’t worry. Just throw yourself into your art and enjoy being W.”

He picked up her sketchbook. “As for this, I really love it. It makes me happy seeing how adorable you were as a girl. Honey, can I keep it? Think of it as a gift for the babies’ dad. Deal?”

Wiona was so smitten she couldn’t even think straight. How could she possibly say no?

But after Conrad left, something about the whole thing nagged at her. Wait, wasn’t he saying it was for the babies? When did it become a gift for their dad?

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