Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 262

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

The question came from Abbey. Married with two kids, she couldn’t help feeling a touch of selfishness for Juliette—a woman so beautiful and accomplished. Abbey’s cousin was pushing thirty and still single. It wasn’t that he lacked prospects; he managed a department at a mid-sized company, pulled in a solid salary, and even owned an apartment in Kingston City. His problem was just that he was picky—maybe too picky for his own good.

But if he ever met Juliette, Abbey was sure even he wouldn’t find a single thing to complain about.

Juliette, always poised, smiled and replied, “Nope, still single as ever.”

“Seriously?”

No one quite believed her.

Ms. Mandy was the first to jump in. “Well, are you looking for a relationship? Because I know some really great guys.”

Mandy’s intentions mirrored Abbey’s—keep the good catch in the family, so to speak.

But Juliette just laughed. “That’s a question for another time. Maybe if I lose the next round, I’ll give you a real answer.”

With that, she brushed the topic aside as easily as she did everything else.

Juliette didn’t end up losing the next round, and the two single guys from her department couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Then again, office romances rarely ended well, which was probably why they’d both kept their distance.

Later, Juliette excused herself to the restroom, slipping out with her phone for a breath of fresh air.

The restroom was right next to their private dining room; she only had to step into the hallway to reach it. Leaning against the wall, she unlocked her phone and opened WhatsApp.

She saw that her post from about an hour ago already had dozens of likes and over ten comments. Most were from college friends, but there was also a note from her mom—reminding her not to drive if she’d been drinking.

And then there was Lionel’s comment, right at the top—impossible to ignore.

Ten minutes later, Juliette had downed a few cocktails herself—nothing too strong, and she was still feeling fine. Just then, a message from Willow popped up on WhatsApp. Juliette was about to open it when an incoming call flashed across her screen. Without thinking, she accidentally hit “accept.”

She glanced at the caller ID—Lionel.

Juliette frowned. What was his deal tonight? First, a comment on her post, then a message, now a phone call. Was he really that thrilled about “true love” finally calling him back, so much so he couldn’t wait to share the news with his “best buddy”?

She had zero interest in hearing about it.

Juliette considered hanging up, but irritation flared in her chest—she wanted to tell him off before shutting him down. She walked to a quieter corner, pressed the phone to her ear, and started, “You—”

But she stopped short. On the other end, she heard ragged, uneven breathing—painful, almost desperate.

A jolt of worry shot through her. “Lionel? Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?”