Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 271

At this hour, he’d assumed Willow was already asleep. To his surprise, not only was she awake—she’d noticed immediately when he tapped on her profile picture, and quickly removed that little tail from her username.

Beasley wasn’t sure how to describe how he felt right now.

Part of him regretted not restraining himself, but he was also oddly grateful he’d given in to the impulse; otherwise, he might have missed that adorable little flourish.

After a moment’s thought, he quickly typed out two words: *Good night*.

Since she’d just deleted her little tail, it meant she was looking at her phone, and she’d see his WhatsApp message right away.

He knew full well Willow wouldn’t respond—but still, he stared at the chat screen for a full ten minutes before finally putting down his phone, turning off the light, and going to sleep.

Willow had seen Beasley’s “Good night” message. She just didn’t feel anything at all.

Tonight, she was staying in the guest room at Juliette’s house. It wasn’t a large space, but it was warm and inviting.

She sprawled comfortably on the bed and finally opened Zoe’s WhatsApp message.

Zoe said her birthday was next Thursday, and she wanted to invite Willow to her party that evening. The venue was a bar near Zoe’s college, and she’d already booked a private lounge.

Willow replied, *Who else is coming?*

A couple minutes later, Zoe messaged back: *Just my boyfriend and a few close friends from school. They’re all great—I’ll introduce you!*

A cute emoji followed.

Willow deliberately waited a few minutes before responding: *I’ll have to think hard about what birthday present to get you.*

This time, Zoe replied almost instantly: *No need for anything fancy—it’s the thought that counts! See you next Thursday night!*

Willow replied, expressionless: *Yeah, see you next week.*

She set down her phone, and sleep claimed her almost immediately.

Tomorrow, she’d have to help Lettie with a tough day ahead—she needed to rest up and be ready.

Juliette started to say something, but Willow saw where she was headed and cut in before she could retreat. “Which is exactly why you can’t put this off. The longer you wait, the harder it’ll be to confront.”

Juliette considered this. She knew Willow was right.

“So… should we go now?”

Willow smiled. “Why not bring along that nourishing soup you made this morning? Mr. Scott hasn’t eaten anything yet.”

Juliette’s eyes lit up. “Right, we still have plenty left! I’ll go get it ready!”

Juliette rarely cooked, but this morning, with Willow’s help, she’d managed to make a big pot of soup and fry up some eggs for breakfast.

It hadn’t turned out half bad.

She filled a thermos with the soup, then she and Willow set off for the hospital.