Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 248

Sunlight poured through the dense forest on the mountainside.

It was lunchtime, and Ryan and Waller ended up sharing a room. The place was small and a bit rough around the edges, but for a cabin halfway up the mountain—with hot water and air conditioning—it was a decent spot to catch some rest.

Their room sat right next to Willow and Juliette’s. Every now and then, they caught the faint sound of the women talking, though never clear enough to make out any words. Unless they pressed an ear to the wall and eavesdropped (which, even if they were alone, neither of them would ever consider), everything remained muffled and indistinct.

Ryan lay on his bed, wide awake.

The mattress was too short; if he stretched out, one foot dangled off the edge.

Waller was built about the same, so he was probably just as uncomfortable.

Ryan tucked one arm behind his head, muscles taut and defined—a testament to hours spent at the gym. He turned his head, glancing over at Waller across the narrow room.

“I’ve got to ask,” Ryan said eventually. “When did you meet Miss Sheffield? Was it your father who introduced you?”

He was also curious as hell about something else: how on earth did Waller manage to be so obedient?

Waller’s eyes stayed closed, but he actually responded, which was rare. “Are you interrogating me?”

Ryan smirked, drawing his own conclusion. “You care about her.”

Waller didn’t confirm or deny it.

But it was obvious—how could he not care?

Willow was a genius in her field, practically a national treasure. In his previous life, she’d died tragically at just twenty-seven.

He still didn’t know if her misfortune had anything to do with the secret husband she’d hidden from everyone.

The worst part was, not long after he heard the news of Willow’s death, he’d suddenly found himself back in time, four years earlier—opening his eyes to his father telling him to go on a blind date. His father had even told him the girl was exceptionally smart and gracious, not to be missed.

The exact same words!

He’d been so shocked he almost blurted out, “Is it Willow?”

Luckily, he’d bit his tongue just in time. Otherwise, how would he have explained to his father that he already knew the name of his mystery date?

The last time he’d sent her a message—with a bottle of wine, no less—it was actually his mother who’d typed it out for him.

Thank God she enjoyed meddling in these things.

Ryan, seeing that Waller didn’t deny a thing, took it as confirmation.

He knew Waller well enough by now. But the more he understood, the more curious he became.

“Need my help?” Ryan offered. “With your poker face, you’ll never win her over on your own.”

Waller frowned, still not opening his eyes. “You must be bored. Have you solved all your cases?”

His tone was flat, giving nothing away.

Ryan just grinned, glancing at him. “Cases never end. But you—finally falling for someone? That’s a once-in-a-century event.”

And there was no way he was going to miss it.