Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 105

Ablitt nodded in wholehearted agreement. "If the film does well, it'll boost sales of the original novel too. For that reason alone, I'm hoping it's a big success."

Willow, however, was more interested in the TV adaptation. "Has production on the series started as well?"

Ablitt nodded again. "Yeah, it kicked off the same day as the movie. But the series isn't getting nearly as much buzz, especially since everyone's obsessed with ‘Beasley Loves Rose' now. Nobody's really paying attention to the show anymore."

Willow wasn't worried. In the end, talent speaks for itself.

She had complete faith in the team she'd assembled—she knew they'd deliver something exceptional.

Their meal lasted about an hour. Before paying the check, Willow excused herself to use the restroom.

She'd booked a private dining room on the second floor, so she and Ablitt could talk freely without worrying about eavesdroppers.

The restroom was at the end of the upstairs hallway. Willow had just stepped inside when she heard two other women enter, whispering excitedly.

"Did you see him just now? Wasn't that him?"

"I think so! Oh my god, he's even more handsome in person. I've been dreaming of having dinner at the same table as him for days!"

"In your dreams! Doesn't your dad's company do business with Windsor & Co.? Can't you ask him to introduce us? Bring me along!"

"There's a partnership, but President Windsor isn't the kind of person you can just invite out for dinner. My dad said he never brings a date to any business event, let alone a casual meal like this."

Girl A lowered her voice, growing conspiratorial. "Do you think President Windsor is completely under his girlfriend's thumb? Maybe that's why he never brings anyone—he's afraid she'll get jealous."

Girl B squealed, "That just makes him even more irresistible! Why couldn't I be that woman?"

Girl A sighed. "How could anyone compete with Rosamund? She's won international awards for her acting, and she's the eldest daughter of the Worthington family. She and President Windsor are a perfect match—there's just no comparison."

…

She noticed his face was noticeably redder than before and asked tentatively, "Ablitt, are you a little drunk?"

Ablitt had been in high spirits all evening and had finished almost the entire bottle of wine himself. Willow had only drunk half a glass—her own was still nearly full.

"I'm fine. Let me call a car and get you home."

He pulled out his phone to order a ride, but paused, as if a thought had just occurred to him. "Are you still staying at the same hotel as last time? Or…?"

Willow interrupted quickly. "Shouldn't we call a designated driver? I'll take care of it."

Ablitt, tipsy, was moving slower than Willow.

She picked up her own phone and ordered a car in no time. Looking up at Ablitt, she said, "Come on, our driver will be here in ten minutes."

They could settle the bill on their way out—perfect timing.