Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 242

Waller withdrew his gaze, grabbing hold of the perfect excuse. “I’m only here because my dad insisted.”

He met Ian’s skeptical eyes and shot back, “Aren’t you here talking to her because Mr. Lockwood wanted you to?”

His meaning was clear—their situations were identical, but that didn’t mean either of them had any real interest in Willow.

For a moment, Ian was at a loss for words. Waller had turned the tables on him.

It was true. Both their fathers had set this up, and from the very beginning, they’d tacitly treated the whole thing as a “diplomatic mission”—just show up, play along, and keep their families happy.

Except, Ian couldn’t quite convince himself that Waller was only going through the motions.

He could tell Waller actually cared about Willow. Otherwise, Waller wouldn’t have deliberately hung back earlier, staying at the rear of the group to keep an eye on her.

Ian was about to say something more, but out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Dr. Shaw heading their way and swallowed his words.

“What are you two conspiring about over here?” Dr. Shaw called out.

He’d just finished snapping a photo for the young doctor couple, only to turn and find Ian had vanished—now he’d tracked him down.

Ian grinned. “Nothing much. Just brought him some water, but he’s not thirsty.”

He handed the bottled water to Dr. Shaw instead. “Want it?”

Dr. Shaw waved him off with a chuckle. “No need, I’ve still got half a bottle left.”

His gaze shifted, landing on a feminine silhouette in the distance.

Juliette was chatting animatedly with Ryan, her lilting voice, full of surprise, drifting over on the breeze. “Seriously? Oh my god…”

Dr. Shaw let out a wistful sigh. “I envy them—the way young people can find something in common so quickly.”

They booked four rooms, pairing off: Willow and Juliette in one, Ian and Dr. Shaw in another, Ryan and Waller together, and the young doctor couple in the last.

Everyone ate lunch together, then split up to rest and recharge in their rooms. Until three thirty, it was free time. The inn had a cozy lounge area, so even those not keen to hike further could spend the whole day here without getting bored.

Willow and Juliette entered their room. The window faced a sheer cliff, breathtakingly beautiful and wild.

Willow headed for the window, planning to enjoy the view, when her phone buzzed on the wooden desk behind her.

She turned to pick it up, surprised to see “Real Estate Agent” flashing on the screen.

Right, she’d left her Baycrest Villas house with an agent months ago—over four now. Maybe there was finally news?

She answered.

“Miss Sheffield, wonderful news: your house has been snapped up by a very distinguished buyer. Not only did they pay the full price, they offered a million above market value!”