Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 125

Wiona blinked at her phone, not quite believing what she saw. Was Conrad really calling her? For some reason, her heart started to race.

“Mr. Sullivan, isn’t it kind of late?” she said, trying to sound casual. “I’m pretty tired.”

“I’m downstairs,” Conrad replied. “Ms. Morgan, if you let this chance slip by, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. You have ten minutes. If you don’t come down, I’ll assume you’re turning this down. I won’t push you to paint anymore either. Think about it.”

He hung up before she could answer.

Her hand rested on the doorknob, but she paused, staring at her phone. Why did he mention her art out of nowhere? Was the good show he wanted her to see actually about painting? And what did he mean by a lifelong regret? What could possibly be that important?

Wiona could feel her curiosity building. It had been ages since anything made her feel this intrigued.

Ten minutes later, she found herself walking toward a black van parked by the curb. The driver, Lewis, spotted her right away and hopped out to open the door.

“Ms. Morgan, take your time,” he said.

“Thanks,” she replied, climbing in.

Inside, Conrad glanced at her outfit. She was still in her old sweatshirt, and he looked a little surprised. He hadn’t realized she had such a youthful, casual side. But she was only twenty-three. Younger than Alice, really. And she was about to become a mom. His eyes drifted to her stomach, and a strange feeling flickered inside him.

His hacker had tracked down the list of expectant mothers, but the more detailed records about the donors still weren’t back online. Plus, the doctor and nurse who’d fled away hadn’t been found yet. So Wiona still wasn’t cleared. She was one out of twenty possible surrogates.

“Mr. Sullivan?” Wiona’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She was surprised to see someone like him so lost in his head.

“Sorry,” he said.

As the car glided through the city, Wiona couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. “So, what’s this show about?”

“It’s about you.”

She pointed at herself, confused. “Me?”

She sat up straighter, alert now. When the car stopped, Conrad handed her a gift box from the back seat.

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