Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 226

Beasley ended the call, gave a few final instructions, then grabbed his coat and left the office.

It wasn’t the weekend, yet Willow had come back. Lately, her comings and goings had become more unpredictable than ever.

What puzzled him was that he hadn’t received any of her usual updates letting him know she’d returned to Cliffhaven Gardens. Did that mean she’d only just arrived today? Or had she actually been back for some time, staying at her father’s place? Maybe she was holed up in one of Lionel’s hotels instead?

He mulled over the possibilities as he took the executive elevator down and continued to puzzle over it all the way to the parking lot. Even after he’d picked up his car, he still hadn’t landed on an answer.

But at least now, Beasley was no longer so quick to assume the worst about Willow and the men around her. Ever since he’d chosen to believe she wasn’t the one who drugged him all those years ago, his attitude—and the way he approached these questions—had changed.

Still, the uneasiness in his chest hadn’t eased, not even a little.

Maybe, he thought, it was because he still hadn’t apologized to her face-to-face.

Which was exactly why he wanted to see her now.

Sanford had told him that after Willow left the police station, she’d taken a cab toward the city center.

In the security footage from earlier, he’d noticed Willow carrying two sets of men’s clothes. He guessed she’d bought them for her father, and maybe she was planning to drop them off.

Of course, he knew he could be wrong—maybe she had a different reason altogether. Right now, he just wanted to try his luck and see if he could catch her.

If he called, she definitely wouldn’t pick up. And if he texted, she wouldn’t reply.

Beasley’s hunch was right, but he was still a step too late.

By the time he arrived, the boutique had already been tidied up and was back to normal business—though after what had happened at lunchtime, there were hardly any customers.

He picked out a few suits at random.

“Sir, the Miss Sheffield you mentioned was here a little while ago. She bought some clothes and left—must’ve been about ten minutes ago,” the sales assistant said as she rang up his purchases.

Lucy saw the clear, almost chilly look in his eyes and sensed he wasn’t some creep. Maybe he really was just a concerned friend.

So she recounted everything she’d witnessed and overheard at the police station for Beasley.

After listening, he silently made his way to the women’s section and picked out several dresses, handbags, and pairs of shoes—again insisting that Lucy handle the sale. This way, she’d get all the commission.

The other saleswomen could only look on in envy.

“Thank you, sir! Please come again!” Lucy called after him, standing at the entrance, her heart hammering with excitement.

It wasn’t just his good looks that had her so worked up. The commissions from those purchases alone would net her several thousand dollars. How could she not be over the moon?

(Author’s Note: As promised, whether Beasley wins Willow back or not is up to you, dear reader. But no matter the outcome, our hero is in for a world of heartache—there’s no escaping that!)