Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 193

"Let's just wait inside," Juliette said, resigned. She'd tried everything to find Willow—called, texted, even checked the bathroom—but there was no sign of her. With nowhere else to go, Juliette returned to their private lounge and sat down, anxiety etched across her face.

Lionel noticed her worried expression and couldn't help but wonder: If he ever vanished without a trace, would Juliette run around in a panic searching for him like this? Probably not. So far, he'd only ever seen her get so animated—so alive—when it came to Willow.

He remembered once glancing at Juliette's phone and seeing how she'd saved Willow's contact with a syrupy nickname: "Sweetheart." Meanwhile, his own name was listed as plain and unadorned as you could get—just "Lionel," nothing more.

And to think he'd given her a special nickname in his own phone, something like "Juliette the Great," a playful tribute to her wit and charm.

He made a mental note to change it. It seemed a little one-sided.

***

Across town, Beasley was speeding toward the hospital.

He'd checked the GPS before leaving the French restaurant; the nearest hospital was only eight minutes away. But he'd barely been driving for two minutes when he heard a sound from the back seat.

He'd been keeping an eye on Willow through the rearview mirror, and now he saw her stirring, her eyes fluttering open. Relief washed over him.

"How are you feeling now? Still dizzy? Anywhere hurt?" His voice was low, carrying just enough concern to make Willow tense.

"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, clutching her pounding head as she struggled upright, her tone wary and defensive.

Her memory of what happened before she blacked out was hazy at best.

"The hospital," he replied, eyes fixed on the road.

Hospital?

Willow's brows knitted together as she snapped, "I'm not going! Pull over—now!"

Three minutes later, Beasley pulled into the underground parking lot of the hospital.

The moment the car doors unlocked, Willow threw hers open and bolted outside.

Of course, Beasley had expected her to make a run for it. He unbuckled his seatbelt in a flash and followed her out of the car.

The underground garage was huge and packed with vehicles. Willow, in her panic, dashed off without any idea where she was going—her only thought was to get away.

"Why are you running?" Beasley called out, catching up in a few quick strides. He grabbed her wrist before she could disappear between the parked cars.

"Let go!" she demanded, instinctively trying to wrench her hand free, but she was no match for his strength.

"We're already here. Just get checked out, then you can go." Ignoring her struggles and the obvious loathing in her eyes, Beasley dragged her toward the reception desk, determined to see this through.