Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 190

Willow had just come out of the restroom when she caught sight of Lionel, sneaking off toward the register.

They'd agreed she'd treat him to a nice dinner tonight—no way was she letting him wriggle out of it.

She spun on her heel and hurried after him, determined to cut him off before he could pay.

"Li—" She'd barely called out the first syllable of his name when someone yanked her arm from behind, hard.

Startled, Willow twisted around, only to find herself face-to-face with Beasley's cold, striking features.

Her heart dropped; her mind went blank.

Lionel, only a few steps ahead, turned at the commotion. He saw Beasley gripping Willow's wrist, dragging her toward the restaurant's entrance.

"Let go of me!" Willow protested, struggling after only a few steps. But Beasley's grip was like a steel clamp—she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.

Lionel froze for a second, then realization dawned—Beasley must've gotten the wrong idea about him and Willow.

He figured Willow would clear things up herself, so he didn't follow. Instead, he turned back toward the register, shaking his head. No way was he going to let a girl pay for his dinner.

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Outside the French bistro, a sleek black luxury car waited at the curb.

Beasley practically shoved Willow into the back seat, then slid in after her, slamming the door shut.

Panic rising, Willow scrambled for the handle on the other side, desperate to get out, but Beasley hit the lock with his key fob before she could even try.

"What is wrong with you? Unlock the door!" Willow was furious, her whole body tense as she shrank away from him—a defense mechanism she couldn't control.

"You're scared of me?" Beasley's brow furrowed sharply, his voice cold enough to freeze the air.

Willow saw the anger simmering under his tightly controlled expression.

Beasley felt something twist inside his chest, like a blade driven deep. He fixed his gaze on her pale face. "So you're finally admitting it?"

"Admitting what?" Willow pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. "That my feelings for you were a lie? That I never loved you, not even for a second—that all I wanted was to be Mrs. Windsor?"

"Fine. I'll make it perfectly clear for you. I, Willow, never loved you. Not for a single moment."

"Now, just looking at you makes me sick!"

The words burst out of her in a torrent, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the force of it.

"Is that so?" Beasley's fingers curled into tight fists, the knuckles bone-white.

"Just the sight of me disgusts you?" He gave a sharp, bitter laugh, his anger barely contained.

Willow could feel the danger in the air, thick and suffocating.