Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 123

Over dinner, Willow had successfully struck up a friendship with Zoe.

Before they parted ways, the two even exchanged WhatsApp numbers.

By the time Willow got home, it was nearly eight in the evening.

She took a shower and, still toweling off her hair, picked up her phone to see if Zoe had messaged her yet. To her surprise, a different notification caught her eye—one she hadn't expected at all.

Waller, that taciturn guy, had texted her.

Why on earth would Waller send her a WhatsApp message?

Willow blinked, surprised and intrigued in equal measure. She tapped to open the chat.

He'd written, "Miss Sheffield, are you free tomorrow morning?"

She stared at the message, reading it over and over to make sure she hadn't imagined it. Only after triple-checking did she believe it was real—Waller had actually messaged her.

In her last life, she'd known Waller for two years and he'd never texted her once; he'd always just called directly.

She didn't say yes immediately. Instead, she typed back, "Tomorrow morning? Is there something you need?"

Assuming he wouldn't reply right away, Willow set the phone aside and started to reach for her hairdryer. But before she could even put the phone down, his message popped up again.

He wrote, "Remember the grapes Ms. Whitmore gave us last time? My mom made them into wine. My dad thought you might like a few bottles, so I was wondering if you're free tomorrow—I could drop them off."

Willow read through the message and couldn't help but think that Waller was surprisingly chatty over text. In person or on the phone, he barely strung two sentences together.

Not that Willow cared much for wine, and even if she did, she wouldn't have accepted the offer. She politely declined: "Sorry, I'm afraid I won't be free tomorrow."

With a refusal that clear, she figured he'd get the message.

She expected him to just reply with a simple, "Okay." Instead, another message came through almost immediately.

Everyone had claimed she'd shamelessly spiked the wine herself, and only Dorothy had trusted her without question.

Of course, she'd never told her father about what happened with Beasley that night. If he'd known, he would have gone after Beasley without a second thought.

Later, she'd considered investigating, but all the signs pointed to a ridiculous mix-up. The doctored drink had originally been meant for an older couple in another room who were looking to spice things up. Somehow, it had ended up in her hands instead.

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Willow's hair was finally dry. She switched off the hairdryer, and her trip down memory lane ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Just like she'd told Dorothy back in the hospital—what did it matter, even if she got to the bottom of it? Even if Beasley believed she was innocent, it meant nothing to her now.

Given all that, why bother digging up the past?

In the end, whether she got answers or not, she knew one thing for certain: she could never forgive.