Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 289

The man pulled his car over to the side of the road, frantically making calls and firing off messages—only to be met with radio silence. That’s when it finally hit him: Why would Willow have come here to look for him in the first place? It had to be nothing more than a coincidence.

Disappointment crept into his chest, spreading slowly until it filled him. Outside, the night was deepening, shadows thickening around the car. He felt himself dissolving into the darkness, swallowed by it.

A sudden memory surfaced—how he’d once dismissed all talk of romance as trivial, beneath him. So what was he doing now, acting out of character at every turn?

He didn’t dare dwell on it. With a jolt, he started the engine again and drove off, disappearing into the chilly, ever-darkening night.

…

When Willow got home, she finally checked her phone to see what the man had sent. He’d said he’d just seen her, and asked if she had something to do in this part of town tonight.

So it was true—the person she’d glimpsed in that black sedan near the edge of the neighborhood had been Beasley.

Willow was tempted to ask him: Wasn’t he afraid that stringing his ex-wife along would make his precious childhood sweetheart jealous and stop speaking to him? But if she actually sent that message, it would make her seem like she still cared, so she smothered the urge.

She just wanted to rattle him a bit, that’s all. Maybe next time he faced his little darling, he’d feel a pang of guilt.

Willow had just exited WhatsApp when Juliette’s call came through.

She picked up instantly. “Lettie, are you home yet?”

“Yeah, just walked in.”

Juliette should have arrived before Willow, but she’d had to drop Lionel off first, so she got home a bit later.

“So?” Willow asked, settling into her beanbag chair. “Did Mr. Scott finally straighten things out with Cordelia?”

Juliette replied, “He told me he explained everything to Cordelia in the car. He promised he won’t ever contact her again.”

Willow’s eyes lit up. “So… did you agree to be his girlfriend?”

Cordelia was humming a tune as she stepped into the living room. Noah, Rosamund’s mother, immediately stood up from the couch, her voice gentle. “Cordelia, did Lionel drive you home?”

Noah knew Lionel had picked Cordelia up earlier, so it was only natural to assume he’d bring her back as well. She was hoping for a chance to sing Lionel’s praises a little more, hoping her youngest daughter would warm up to him.

But Cordelia shook her head, dashing her expectations. “No, Lionel’s aunt sent a driver to bring me back.”

Noah’s surprise showed on her face. “He didn’t drive you himself? Isn’t he trying to win you over?”

Cordelia had spent the day at Lionel’s aunt’s house, celebrating her birthday with Tina and the rest of the high school crowd. She’d had a blast, and her mood was still sky-high.

With a bright smile, she said, “No, we all got it wrong. He just thinks I’m nice—like a little sister to him, that’s all.”

Noah felt her heart, which had been in her throat a moment ago, finally settle down. Just a little sister? That was the oldest excuse in the book—a way for a man to lower a woman’s guard. The more someone insisted on the “just like a sister” line, the more likely he was looking for reasons to take care of her. And that kind of “care” had a way of turning into something more.

So Noah smiled gently and said, “Well, if he really just sees you as a sister, then the next time he invites you out for dinner or a movie, there’s no reason to say no, right?”