Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 228

Willow didn’t reply.

Not that it mattered; even if she ignored him, that sly, persistent man would show up at her door anyway.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished grumbling to herself, the doorbell rang.

A moment later, her phone vibrated with a message from him: *I’m outside. Open the door.*

Willow had no desire to let him in, but her new plan meant she’d have to deal with him sooner or later.

After a long mental pep talk, she finally rose and went to the door.

“You said you were moving out again?” she demanded, opening the door just a crack.

Beasley stood outside, peering through the narrow gap—barely wide enough for two fingers. All he could see was one of Willow’s eyes.

She had such beautiful eyes—amber and bright, always full of life.

Once, those eyes had looked at him with curiosity, with shyness, with affection.

But now, all that was gone. Only cold indifference remained, along with a hint of contempt.

It took Beasley a moment to realize the ache that tightened in his chest, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

“I’m here to apologize,” he said, voice rough. “Can I come in?”

He doubted she’d let him in. Still, even if he had to stand out here, he was determined to say what he came to say.

“Why are you apologizing?” Willow asked warily.

“For what happened back then,” Beasley replied.

Back then?

Willow froze.

Did he mean—

Otherwise, she might never get her chance. After all, she and Beasley were already divorced; he had no reason to pull his last, cruel move just to force her hand.

She needed to give him a new reason, a new hope he couldn’t resist, so he’d make his next move.

Beasley’s gaze was intense through the narrow opening. “My mother didn’t send me. I wanted to apologize myself.”

Willow didn’t buy it. “Did you find proof?”

Four years had passed. Even if evidence existed, it was unlikely he’d find it now.

Besides, she had already tried to investigate in her previous life. That couple had frequented the same hotel, and that party drug wasn’t new to them—it had probably just been a mix-up.

After all, Beasley would never drug himself.

He’d hated her by then. Why would he have wanted to sleep with her?

She couldn’t imagine who else would’ve set them up.