Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 32

Rumor had it that the current CEO of Windsor & Co., Beasley, was as refined and striking as they came—tall, impossibly handsome, bearing himself with a natural confidence. But his reputation for being detached was legendary. People said he was as cold and remote as a mountain peak after the first snowfall, impossible to approach, and never seen tangled up in any gossip about women.

The nurses had seen for themselves that the stories about his looks and presence weren't exaggerated.

As for the rest—well, President Windsor certainly did seem distant and hard to approach, but that beautiful young woman with him? She was even colder, even more untouchable.

The nurse had noticed the way the woman looked at President Windsor—her eyes were ice, and she hadn't uttered a single word to him. If that wasn't the height of cool, she didn't know what was.

And yet, wasn't it President Windsor himself who obediently led the way for her?

What was this? Some hidden drama? A juicy secret?

The nurse felt like a kid in a candy store, desperate for the gossip but not sure where to begin.

Almost without thinking, she picked up her phone and opened up the group chat...

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Willow kept her distance, following Beasley down the corridor until they reached a private ICU isolation room.

After the routine disinfection and pulling on protective gear, Willow finally got to see Dorothy.

Dorothy lay on the hospital bed, her face pale as chalk, eyes closed, drawing slow breaths from an oxygen mask.

She was awake, but the doctors wanted to keep her under observation for another night, just to be safe.

A dull ache twisted in Willow's chest as she took in the sight. She couldn't help but remember her own mother, sick in bed, her face just as colorless.

"Dorothy." Willow called softly.

Dorothy's eyelashes fluttered, and slowly, she opened her eyes.

They'd looked blank and lifeless at first, but the moment she saw Willow, a faint light seemed to flicker in them.

Dorothy tried to speak, but the oxygen mask made it difficult.

Seeing this, Willow hurried to the bedside, crouching down so Dorothy could see her more clearly. "Dorothy, I'm here," she said gently.

Dorothy blinked, tears suddenly shining in her eyes.

She'd thought, after the way Willow had left that night, that she'd never see her again.

But sometimes, fate worked in strange ways.

While he hesitated, Willow strode past him, heading down the hall.

Being refused, being ignored—none of it particularly bothered Beasley. As long as Willow didn't cross any lines, he had no reason to treat her harshly. That's how things had always been in their three years of marriage: distant, but peaceful.

If not for that night—if she hadn't made yet another attempt to seduce him—he might never have considered removing her from the role of Mrs. Windsor.

He watched her retreating figure, the lines of his face tightening ever so slightly.

He should at least walk her out. Otherwise, if his mother found out, she'd be on his case again.

Without another thought, Beasley strode after her.

Willow's legs were long and slender—envy-inducing, really—but compared to Beasley's towering six-foot-two frame, she still couldn't outpace him.

It didn't take long for him to catch up.

Frustrated, Willow stopped abruptly, turning to face the man who'd been tailing her. Her expression was icy. "I told you—I don't need you to walk me out!"

Beasley hadn't expected her to stop so suddenly. Caught off guard, he had no time to react. His tall, solid frame collided straight into her.