Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 38

"Beasley, are you sure she hasn't put a tracker on you? How is it that she keeps popping up everywhere we go?"

York glanced at Willow as she stepped out of the restaurant's restroom, his voice dripping with mockery.

Beasley met Willow's eyes from a distance, then looked away, replying coolly, "If anyone's putting trackers on people, it'd probably be you—not her."

York's strikingly pretty eyes widened in disbelief. "You're taking her side? What, is the sun rising in the west today?"

"I'm just stating the obvious," Beasley said, heading further inside.

He'd reserved one of the VIP suites upstairs, complete with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the lively street below—a perfect spot to watch the world go by.

The restroom was located right at the base of the stairs, so as Willow emerged and made her way back to her table, she ran into Beasley and York head-on.

Fortunately, the corridor was wide enough for all three to pass without squeezing by. When Willow brushed past them, she kept her gaze fixed ahead, treating them as if they were invisible.

Beasley did the same. They passed each other like strangers, not even a flicker of recognition in their eyes.

York couldn't help but pause on the stairs, glancing back to see who Willow was dining with. Just looking at the restaurant's elegant décor, it was obvious this place didn't come cheap—the sort of spot out of reach for most people.

But York had never thought of Willow as "most people." Ordinary women didn't become Mrs. Windsor, and they certainly didn't juggle several men at once while keeping their composure so flawlessly.

It had been three or four years since he'd last seen her, and her game seemed even sharper than before.

He saw Willow return to her seat—no one was sitting across from her. Maybe her companion hadn't arrived yet.

"You coming?" Beasley frowned, noticing York had fallen behind.

York flashed an awkward grin. "Relax, I didn't spot any secret lovers. Let's go."

Beasley just shook his head. Honestly, he felt York was way too invested in Willow's business. More than he was, actually—no, scratch that, he wasn't invested at all.

York glanced at Beasley across the table. The man was absorbed in his phone, showing zero reaction to Rosamund's name.

York turned his attention back to the call, smiling. "Not at all. I'm out having lunch with Beasley."

"Oh, Beasley's with you? Perfect, saves me making two calls," Rosamund laughed on the other end.

York raised an eyebrow. "You have a shoot this morning or something? Why are you up so early? Or is there something urgent you need from us?"

Rosamund explained, "Actually, I just finished a shoot. If I can wrap up all the filming this week, I'll be able to fly home for Christmas and spend the holidays with you guys."

"Christmas? That soon?" York was surprised—it was more than a week earlier than he'd expected.

But then, it made sense. Since Rosamund had decided to move back, she'd be eager to see Beasley as soon as possible.