Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 261

The girl’s voice was clear and innocent.

Yes, that’s exactly the kind of girl he liked—girls like Cordelia.

Naïve and sweet, with every feeling written openly across her face, not a hint of scheming or calculation in her eyes.

As Lionel tried to convince himself of this, he kept his tone light and playful, just as he always did. “What’s got you calling me tonight?”

It was as if his question startled her; Cordelia stammered, “I—I wanted to ask if you’re free this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Lionel raised an eyebrow, not answering her directly. “Is something up?”

Her reply was barely louder than a whisper, but she spoke quickly, “My mom wants to invite you over for dinner. Either Saturday or Sunday, whichever works for you. Are you free?”

Lionel froze for a moment.

Her mother? Inviting him to their place for dinner?

What was that about?

Maybe the surprise came too fast—beyond his initial shock, Lionel didn’t feel any particular excitement or joy.

“Why?” he asked.

Cordelia sounded a little flustered, almost annoyed. “Are you coming or not? Just give me a straight answer.”

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but tonight, he simply couldn’t force on his usual mask of cheerfulness.

If he’d received this call a few days ago, he would have said yes without hesitation—“Sure, I’d love to!”—absolutely delighted.

But now—

“Sorry, I’ve got plans this weekend.” Lionel could tell Cordelia wasn’t exactly thrilled about inviting him, either.

Sure enough, he heard her breathe a quiet sigh of relief. “Well, if you’re busy, then…”

But she cut herself off mid-sentence. After a pause, she found her voice again, “Then… what about Friday?”

Lionel couldn’t help but smile. This girl really couldn’t keep a secret—someone had clearly put her up to this.

It was always like this. Whenever he was close to winning someone over—or whenever he sensed a hint of genuine interest from them—he immediately lost all enthusiasm.

So much so that, even if the girl made it abundantly clear she’d give herself to him, he couldn’t muster the slightest desire.

Maybe Cordelia wasn’t truly interested in him, but she’d compromised, whatever her reason was.

But now, Lionel didn’t even care to know why she had.

All he wanted was to message Juliette with the news—his true love had finally called him first.

After sending the message, Lionel finally felt like he could breathe again.

Elsewhere, in a private lounge across town, Juliette had first been dragged into karaoke by her coworkers, and then roped into a round of truth or dare.

She had terrible luck, picking the wild card more than once.

Each time, she chose “truth.”

One of the questions was about her love life.