Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 77

Willow had just gotten into her car, ready to head home. Over at Baycrest Villas, Beasley was also sliding behind the wheel of his own car.

He rested his hand on the steering wheel, but his eyes drifted to the elegantly wrapped box sitting on the passenger seat. His gaze grew icy, glinting cold in the dim light.

When he'd left the villa just now, he'd taken with him the gift he'd once given Willow to mark their first meeting. She wanted to sell the house, but had left the gift behind without a second thought. No doubt about it—she didn't want it anymore.

Beasley could still remember the look on Willow's face when she first received the gift from him: wide-eyed, a little stunned, like she couldn't believe her luck.

And now? She'd tossed it aside as if it were nothing but trash.

He gave a low, bitter laugh. Fickle woman.

He tore his gaze away, fished out his phone, and dialed a number.

The call was answered almost instantly, the voice on the other end polite and deferential. "Mr. Windsor, what can I do for you?"

"I need a background check."

"Certainly, Mr. Windsor. Who is the subject?"

"Goes by the name STAR. Writes hard science fiction novels. I want everything—every detail—on my desk within a week."

"Yes, sir."

The call ended as efficiently as it had begun.

Beasley set the phone down and glanced again at the box. The only gift he'd ever given that woman. Now that it had found its way back to him, maybe it was time to close that chapter for good.

He started the engine and pulled away, leaving the villa—and the past—behind him.

As they drove away after dinner, York finally found a moment to apologize. "I'm sorry, Rosa. I really thought…"

Rosamund cut him off with a gentle smile. "I'd always meant to visit your grandparents. You just helped me make it happen a little sooner. Thank you, York."

Seeing that she was in good spirits, York relaxed.

"Beasley's unbelievable, honestly," he sighed, shifting the topic and making a show of exasperation at his friend. "What kind of business dinner is so important he can't even make it home for a meal?"

Rosamund laughed softly. "Isn't that just who he is? Work comes first. I have to admit, if I had his drive, I'd probably be just as obsessed with my career."

York shook his head. "You and Beasley are cut from the same cloth, you know. Why envy him?"

"Really?" Rosamund glanced over at him, her eyes bright and playful. "You truly think I'm anything like Beasley?"