Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 118

York thought for a moment, then nodded with certainty. "It was the day we had lunch at the Anglemont Hotel. Remember? We ran into her there—she was sitting alone in one of those booths downstairs."

"I remember thinking it was odd. Why would she go to such an expensive place by herself? Honestly, I bet she saw us walk in, panicked, and told her lover not to come inside. They probably changed their plans and decided to meet upstairs instead."

"She even stayed put until we finished our meal and left, just so we wouldn't get suspicious. Only after we were gone did she finally leave."

The more York spoke, the more convinced he became that his theory made perfect sense.

He knew just how much Beasley despised Willow; there was no way he'd ever lay a finger on her.

But women are human too, with their own desires, and sometimes that leads them to stray—especially if they're feeling neglected.

Beasley listened in silence, not saying a word.

He wasn't sure why, but hearing York talk about Willow meeting another man in a hotel left an odd, uncomfortable ache in his chest.

He was certain he didn't care about her. In fact, even when he'd suspected she was pregnant with someone else's child, he hadn't felt a thing.

So why did this bother him now?

York took Beasley's silence as a sign that he was finally getting through to him, so he pressed on. "Beasley, a woman like her doesn't deserve your sympathy. She's not worth it."

Beasley's eyes darkened, but his voice stayed cool and indifferent. "You're overthinking it. I never intended to go easy on her."

A glimmer of satisfaction appeared on York's face. "So you—"

Beasley cut him off. "I told you, give it a few days. You'll see for yourself."

York's smile faded, and he frowned with irritation. "What's so secretive? Can't you just tell me now?"

Beasley just raised an eyebrow and replied, "Patience, York. You can't rush these things."

He couldn't bear it.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Beasley stared at York, his gaze sharp and searching. He was almost certain York was hiding something.

York sighed, a resigned smile tugging at his lips. "I should've known I wouldn't be able to keep anything from you."

"So what is it?" Beasley pressed, his brow creasing with concern.

York walked over to the sofa and dropped down, stretching out his legs before he finally began to explain. "It's about my grandmother. There are some family secrets—things she and my mom don't want anyone to know. That's why I've been keeping quiet, and why you got the wrong idea."

Beasley listened with a furrowed brow, waiting patiently for him to continue.

York turned to look at him, his tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you—promise me you won't repeat it. Not a word to anyone."

Beasley nodded. "Alright. My lips are sealed."