Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 181

Lionel texted back almost immediately.

"I heard there's a new French place in Eastvale," he wrote. "The food's really good."

Juliette replied without hesitation, "Let's do it, then. Send me the address. See you tomorrow at noon."

After she hit send, Juliette turned to Willow. "It's set—we're meeting for lunch at a French restaurant in Eastvale tomorrow."

Willow's eyes lit up. "French food? Yes, please! It's been ages since I've had any."

Juliette figured that would be the end of it for tonight, but barely two minutes later, her phone chimed again—another WhatsApp from Lionel.

Willow glanced over. "Is that Mr. Scott again?"

"Yeah." Juliette nodded, tapping open the message. "He loves messaging me on WhatsApp."

Especially when she'd just started college, Lionel would text her nearly every day—sometimes just to send a photo of cats brawling on the sidewalk, asking for her commentary.

Willow suddenly remembered how she once used to share every little interesting bit of her day with Beasley—agonizing over every word, carefully framing every photo—only for her messages to vanish into the void, never to be acknowledged.

Maybe it was just habit, that stubborn hope turning into routine. She'd keep sending him things, even knowing there'd be no reply. Over time, the messages grew fewer, the words more casual, no longer as thoughtful or expectant.

"How do you two always have so much to talk about?" There was a hint of envy in Willow's voice as she watched Juliette, admiring their easy, affectionate rapport.

If only Lionel weren't such an oblivious idiot, she thought. Lettie was right in front of him—such a wonderful girl—and yet he couldn't see what was right before his eyes.

Juliette glanced at Lionel's new message and raised an eyebrow. "Lionel wants to know if you want him to get revenge for you."

Willow laughed. "How's he planning to do that?"

Juliette turned to her, a mischievous glint in her eye. "He said there's a charity auction after the ball. Apparently, Evelyn's going to be there."

Juliette set her phone aside, plucked a juicy piece of fruit from the platter, and popped it in her mouth. "Willa, your sister-in-law must be a nightmare to deal with, huh?"

If she could badmouth Willow so freely in public, Juliette could only imagine what she'd say to Willow's face.

"She is," Willow admitted, sliding onto the couch beside Juliette and reaching for a grape herself. "But I don't have to tiptoe around her anymore. No more walking on eggshells."

There was something in the way she said it that made Juliette pause.

Wait…

Her eyes widened. "Wait, don't tell me—you and Beasley really are divorced?"

Willow didn't answer directly. She just smiled. "I never told you that. You're the one making guesses."

Juliette got the message immediately. Clearly, there was some secret agreement between Willow and Beasley—something best kept between the two of them.