Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 192

Willow had just gone to the restroom and hadn't taken her phone with her.

Juliette's face went pale. She turned to Lionel, her voice urgent. "Which private room did they go to? I'll go find her!"

Lionel looked exasperated. "Relax, would you? Beasley's not going to eat her alive. Once they're done talking, they'll come back."

It was painfully obvious how anxious Juliette was about Willow, as if the sight of Willow with any man sent her straight into battle mode.

A familiar heaviness settled in Lionel's chest.

"Well, are you going to tell me or not?" Juliette demanded, trying not to show her worry. Willow and Beasley were divorced, after all, and Willow had made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing more to do with him.

Why would she agree to be alone with him now?

And with Willow's phone left behind, even if she wanted help, there was no way to reach out.

Juliette decided she'd had enough of Lionel's cluelessness. If he wouldn't tell her where they'd gone, she'd just search every private room herself.

She grabbed Willow's purse and phone, shot Lionel a determined look, and said, "You wait here if you want. I'm going to find her."

Seeing Juliette storm out, Lionel couldn't possibly just sit and wait. He hurried after her.

It was just after 1 p.m., and the French bistro was still bustling. Juliette felt like a headless chicken, unsure whether to search left or right.

"They went outside, probably near the front entrance," Lionel called from behind, giving her some much-needed direction. She stopped in her tracks, then turned and headed for the main doors.

But as they checked car after car, Juliette's hope faded. Among all the vehicles parked outside the bistro—everything from luxury sedans to compact cars—the most expensive was Lionel's bright red sports car, worth millions. The rest were high-end, but nothing extraordinary. And then there was her own battered little hatchback, barely holding together.

Lionel, still clinging to his theory, tried to reassure her. "Don't worry. Once they're done talking and work things out, they'll be back."

Work things out? Juliette seriously doubted it. If words could fix what was between Willow and Beasley, there wouldn't have been a divorce in the first place.

Willow must have been hurt, badly enough to cut Beasley out of her life for good. But Juliette couldn't say any of this to Lionel. Willow hadn't even been able to tell her about the divorce openly—there had to be some secret settlement involved.

Lionel, interpreting Juliette's silence as agreement, nudged her shoulder and glanced around. "Are we really just going to stand here and wait for them?"

People were coming and going in front of the bistro, giving the two of them curious looks as they stood there like lost tourists. Lionel couldn't help but feel completely out of place.