Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 290

Cordelia didn’t nod in agreement. Instead, she shrugged with mock regret and said, “No chance anymore, Mom. Lionel just messaged me—he doesn’t want his girlfriend to get the wrong idea about us, so he says we shouldn’t keep in touch.”

Honestly, that was one of the reasons she was in such a good mood tonight.

From now on, she’d never have to be pestered by her mom to invite Lionel over for dinner again. Finally, some peace!

If anyone deserved an invitation, it was York. After all, he’d done so much for her sister—especially when it came to the movie project, running errands and helping out behind the scenes. It only made sense to treat him to a nice meal as thanks.

Noah, hearing her youngest daughter’s announcement, felt her heart lurch all over again. She asked carefully, “Girlfriend? Are you sure he’s not just making that up?”

Rosamund, her eldest, had told her not too long ago that Lionel seemed very keen on Cordelia. How could he suddenly have a girlfriend, just like that?

Maybe he was playing hard to get. After all, Cordelia had always been polite but distant with him, never showing much interest—her heart firmly set on York Sinclair instead.

Every time Noah thought about her youngest being smitten with York, she felt a headache coming on.

Seeing her mom’s skepticism, Cordelia pulled out her phone, opened her photo gallery, and pointed to a group picture taken that evening. She gestured to a striking, glamorous woman and said, “Look, Mom, this is Lionel’s girlfriend. Isn’t she gorgeous? If you ask me, she’s every bit as pretty as Rosamund.”

In fact, what Cordelia really wanted to say was that the woman standing next to Juliette—Willow—was just as beautiful. If Juliette was all bold glamour, then Willow had a fresh, ethereal grace, like a rare flower after rain.

Honestly, Cordelia liked them both.

Noah’s face fell as she took in the photo and the lovely woman her daughter was pointing at.

How could Cordelia ever compete with someone like that?

“What’s her name?” Noah asked, trying to keep her voice neutral.

Stories like that were all too common in high society.

“It’s getting late. Go take a shower and get some rest,” Noah said, dropping the subject and sending Cordelia upstairs.

“Okay! Goodnight, Mom!” Cordelia called, dashing happily up the stairs, completely oblivious to her mother’s worries.

Noah watched her daughter’s retreating figure and let out a soft sigh.

Lionel, heir to a hotel empire—what a perfect son-in-law he would have made.

She could only hope Cordelia wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip away.