Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 142

After more than half an hour, a black Bentley eased to a stop outside the private parking lot at the entrance of Baycrest Villas.

"Wait here for me," the man said, then stepped out of the car alone and strode toward the villa's front door.

The fingerprint lock hadn't been replaced yet, so Beasley let himself in with barely any effort.

No one had lived there for two months, and the air inside was thick with a cold, lonely stillness.

He flicked on the lights. The sudden brightness pushed back the darkness, but couldn't dispel the chill that lingered in the empty rooms.

Everything inside was just as he'd left it, which only confirmed that Willow hadn't returned.

Beasley headed straight up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

This had been Willow's room ever since they got married.

He'd been here once before, when he took back the gift he'd given her the first time they met.

Now, it was his second time breaking in, but he was only here to check what birthday presents Willow had given him in the past.

He had a hunch all those gifts were still in her room, left behind.

Beasley stepped into Willow's bedroom, turned on the light, and gazed around the space she'd lived in for three years. Suddenly, he felt a bit like a creep.

After all, this was a woman's room—even if she was his ex-wife.

But since he'd come this far, he wasn't about to leave empty-handed.

So, feeling somewhat like a trespasser, he scanned the room, trying to figure out where she'd most likely stashed the presents.

Last time, he'd only taken the box Willow had left on her vanity. He hadn't touched anything else.

Finally, his gaze landed on two neatly stacked, light gray fabric storage bins beside the wardrobe.

Terence waited in the car for over an hour, but Beasley still hadn't come out.

"Juliette, see you next month then!"

"Yeah, see you next month!" Juliette waved goodbye to her colleague at the airport, then pushed her luggage outside, where a bright red sports car was waiting.

"This car is as flashy as you are," Juliette said as soon as she got in, tossing the comment at the man in the driver's seat.

He raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing in his sharp eyes as he looked at her. "Three months away, and your English is already slipping?"

Juliette just shrugged, leaned back in her seat, and closed her eyes. "Just drive. I'm starving."

The man could only shake his head with a resigned sigh as he started the car. "Being a chauffeur isn't easy these days."

Getting called flashy and not even allowed to protest—well, he could only put up with it since he needed a favor from her.

Exactly at noon, the red sports car pulled up outside an upscale European restaurant.

"We're here. Wake up," the man said, glancing at Juliette in the passenger seat. He couldn't tell if she'd actually fallen asleep or was just avoiding conversation, but somehow, she'd managed to sleep the entire ride.