Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 257

Beasley returned to Opal Residences, torn about whether or not to call Willow.

A message—he knew she’d never reply.

A call—she probably wouldn’t pick up anyway.

He checked the time. Ten o’clock at night.

She must be home safe by now, right?

Worried he’d just irritate her further, this time he didn’t head to Cliffhaven Gardens. He went straight back to Opal Residences.

Frustrated, Beasley stood and headed upstairs for a shower, hoping the cold water would clear his mind.

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The next morning, Willow’s phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number.

“Hello, is this Miss Sheffield?” a woman’s voice asked on the line, one Willow didn’t recognize.

“This is she.” Willow had just made herself a simple breakfast—noodles with egg and scallions.

She picked up her fork, planning to eat while taking the call.

“Miss Sheffield, I’m Connor’s mother. I hope you don’t mind me calling—I just wanted to ask for your forgiveness.”

Willow’s hand froze, fork halfway to her mouth.

Connor’s mother?

What did she just say?

Ask for her forgiveness?

Willow kept her tone neutral. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

Connor was only being held for ten days. Willow doubted his mother would be calling now just to plead for his sake. If she were truly worried, wouldn’t she have called the very first day? Why wait several days?

The call had come out of nowhere and ended just as abruptly.

Whatever Connor’s mother wanted, Willow had no intention of helping. Connor deserved what he got. Ten days was getting off easy.

Unbothered, Willow finished her breakfast, savoring the meal she’d made for herself.

After tidying up, she settled down to write.

She needed to get her new novel finished ahead of schedule—ideally before filming wrapped on the TV adaptation of Sudden Dawn. Then she could launch the book in tandem with the show’s release.

She was also the screenwriter for the TV version, having made a few subtle changes to the plot—perfect for a little cross-promotion with the new book.

She was determined to see the TV adaptation blow the film version out of the water, leaving it in the dust.

Once she started writing, Willow lost herself in her work. Her phone stayed on silent, pushed off to the side of the desk.

Before she knew it, the whole morning had slipped by. She paused, made herself a quick lunch in the kitchen, ate, and got right back to writing.