Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 107

"Even if you talked to him face-to-face, it wouldn't change anything," Willow said, her tone measured. "First, he's just not interested in your drone project. Second, I doubt he'd meet your requirements anyway."

Willow knew perfectly well that unless she gave Beasley an answer he could accept, he wouldn't let this go.

"I'll say it again—I want to speak with him personally," Beasley insisted, unmoved.

"My friend's… well, he's not great with people. Introverted, hates meeting strangers. If you really want to talk, I can try to ask him again, see what he says." Willow made it sound like she was relenting.

That seemed to relax Beasley, just a bit. His posture eased, and when he spoke, his voice was softer. "Alright. Thank you."

Willow blinked in surprise. Did he just thank her? Was the sky about to turn red? This man really would do anything to achieve his goals—she had to admit, his adaptability was impressive. Maybe she could learn a thing or two from him.

The rest of the drive was quiet. Neither spoke again until they pulled into Cliffhaven Gardens.

Beasley parked in her designated spot. When they got out, he handed her the keys. Willow just motioned for him to toss them over.

He hesitated, but complied, sending the keys flying in a neat arc. Willow caught them without missing a beat.

With the keys back in her hand, she turned and walked away without another word, not even a cursory goodbye.

"Wait," Beasley called after her, still standing by the car.

She'd already walked a few paces but stopped and turned, eyebrow raised in silent question—what now?

He didn't answer, just mimed a phone call with his hand, making it crystal clear: he wanted her to take him off her blocked list so he could actually reach her next time.

Willow didn't respond. She just turned away again and stepped into the elevator.

She knew he wouldn't be staying here tonight—especially not after she'd agreed to try contacting his elusive target. No reason for him to stick around.

Sure enough, as the elevator doors slid shut, Beasley didn't make a move to follow her.

Back in her apartment, Willow went straight for a shower. The lingering scent of alcohol on her skin was unpleasant—she couldn't wait to wash it away.

Afterward, she slipped into bed, but it was still too early to sleep. She lay there, wrapped in her comforter, mind racing.

Should she unblock his number?

"Deal," Willow said, grinning.

They chatted for nearly ten minutes before Juliette brought up Beasley, her tone tentative. "So… before I left, you said you wanted a baby. Any luck?"

Juliette was the only person who knew about Willow's secret marriage to Beasley.

Willow didn't answer directly, just laughed. "I'll tell you everything when you get back."

"Ooh, ‘tell you everything'? Sounds juicy!" Juliette teased.

Willow hugged her comforter closer, cheeks flushing. Thank goodness Juliette couldn't see her through the international call.

"But here's the problem," Willow said, changing the subject. "You're coming back on a weekday, and lately I've only had weekends free."

"Don't tell me—you're locking yourself away to write again?" Juliette sighed. "I've been so swamped, barely eating, no time to check in on the news back home. Hey, your new book must be out by now, right? How's it doing? Think it'll top your last one?"

When Juliette said "your last one," she meant the book Willow wrote at twenty, the year she got married. The same book Beasley had poured a fortune into—ten million, just for the adaptation. Sudden Dawn. Its sales had already soared past thirty million copies.