Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 117

Beasley leaned back comfortably in the chair across from York, crossing his legs with an air of unhurried ease. "Consider it a housewarming gift," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Try not to be too moved."

York had to admit—he did appreciate the lavish present. But still...

"You never answered my question," York said, setting down his glass of wine and fixing Beasley with a skeptical look. "Or are you hiding something up your sleeve?"

He couldn't help but feel a little put out. A good friend shouldn't be setting him up like this.

Beasley corrected him with practiced calm. "Just because you're going back to The Sinclair Group doesn't mean you have to agree to an arranged marriage."

York scoffed. "Are you serious? My old man's ten times more stubborn than yours."

Beasley reclined further, exuding a relaxed sort of elegance. "Your father just wants to see you settle down, start a family. That's his endgame."

York fell silent. He'd always treasured his freedom; the thought of being forced into a marriage made his skin crawl.

These arrangements never ended well. He didn't have to look far for evidence—the cautionary tale was sitting right in front of him, in the form of his closest friend.

"Getting married doesn't have to mean marrying for business," Beasley continued. "You're allowed to marry someone you actually care about."

York's heart skipped a beat.

Had Beasley figured something out?

He kept his face neutral, feigning ignorance. "Someone I care about? People like that don't just fall out of the sky, you know."

"I know you've already found one." Beasley cut through the pretense, leveling him with a steady gaze. "Even if I were blind, I could sense how you feel about Rosamund."

"So what are you running from?"

He'd always said: his wife needed to be suitable, nothing more. Love was never part of the equation.

York stared at him, dumbfounded. "So you're saying, unless you fall for someone—really fall for them—you're just going to stay with Willow forever? Keep dragging out that empty, loveless marriage?"

Beasley nearly laughed at how far off the mark his friend was.

"Stop worrying about me. Give it a little time, and you'll see for yourself." That was as much as he was willing to say.

He'd already set a deadline for himself—on his birthday, he'd let everyone close to him know about the divorce.

York's face grew serious as he sensed the gravity of the situation. "Beasley, I don't have solid proof yet, but I think your wife's actually having an affair. I saw her checking into a hotel with someone, with my own eyes."

For a moment, Beasley's usually cold, steady gaze sharpened. "When did this happen?"