Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 236

Is she upset?

Well, he wasn’t in the best of moods either.

Lionel rarely lost his temper, but right now, even he was running out of patience.

He glanced back at Juliette, who was still ignoring him in the car, pressed his lips together, slipped his phone into his pocket, and turned to leave.

“He’s gone,” Willow murmured, watching Lionel’s figure disappear across the parking lot. She let out a soft sigh.

Finally, Juliette looked up, her gaze drifting to the window. Sure enough, she watched as Lionel walked to the far side of the lot, got in his car, and drove away.

“You heard what he said just now—he’s not going to give up easily,” Juliette said, her throat tight and her heart aching. “Well, if he won’t give up, then I will. I’m done. I don’t want to keep liking him anymore.”

“Lettie…”

“Don’t worry about me. Tomorrow we’ll have that handsome doctor and his friends waiting for us, right?” Juliette tilted her head up, blinking back tears and forcing a smile. “There are plenty of fish in the sea. I used to tell you that, but it applies to me too.”

Willow nodded. “If you can really think that way, then I’m relieved.”

Juliette poked Willow’s forehead with her finger, feigning indignation. “Hey! Don’t underestimate me.”

Willow rubbed the spot, her eyes finally crinkling with a real smile. “I wouldn’t dare. Back in school, you got just as many love letters as I did.”

Juliette laughed at the mention of love letters. “Did you keep yours? Mine were confiscated by my parents a long time ago.”

Willow paused, remembering she’d left those letters behind at Baycrest Villas when she moved out.

Back then, after her life turned upside down, all she cared about was the divorce and getting her revenge. When she left, she only remembered to pack the essentials—her documents and her laptop. The rest, she just couldn’t bring herself to care about.

Nowadays, hardly anyone writes love letters anymore. It’s almost a lost art.

Willow smiled. “I’ve read them all, every single word. They’re safe in my memory.”

Juliette marveled at Willow’s recall, then suddenly grinned. “So, do you remember who wrote you your very first love letter?”

Willow didn’t even pause. “The boy who sat behind you in second grade—Hargrove.”

Back then, Willow and Juliette shared a desk. The boy behind Juliette, Hargrove, had a crush on Willow and secretly slipped her a love letter—just a single line of text, plus a little drawing of a prince and princess, meant to be him and Willow.

“You’ve got a great memory!” Juliette laughed. She remembered Hargrove too—he’d always try to bribe her with candy to swap seats with him.

And there was another reason Hargrove stuck in her mind: after finishing grad school this year, he’d moved back to Kingston City. His office was right next to hers, in the building next door. Just yesterday, she’d run into him at a coffee shop around the corner.