Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 78

The Windsor family always had dinner a bit earlier than most, and tonight was no exception. Outside, the winter sun was slipping low, turning the sky a hazy gold that blurred the line between day and night.

York drove steadily into the dusk, his gaze fixed ahead. After a thoughtful pause, he finally answered Rosamund's earlier question. "You and Beasley have always been strong-willed."

Rosamund looked surprised for a moment, then smiled. "Do you think I shouldn't have gone abroad for school?"

York's grip tightened unconsciously on the steering wheel. "You went overseas to chase your dreams. That was your choice."

Back in their university days, Beasley had always shone brilliantly. York knew Rosamund had decided to study abroad because she wanted to be worthy of standing beside someone like Beasley—she wanted to be extraordinary, too, so they could walk through life as equals.

But not long after she left, everything changed. An incident overseas altered the course of her life—and Beasley's—forever.

Beasley eventually got married. Rosamund, meanwhile, decided to stay abroad for a while, only returning home two days ago.

She offered a bittersweet smile, the fading sunlight through the car window casting shadows across her face, making her look even more forlorn. "You're right. I did achieve my dream. So, I suppose I have nothing to regret."

York felt a dull ache in his chest, his knuckles turning pale as he clutched the wheel.

A brief silence settled in the car.

Rosamund was the first to break it, her expression brightening. "Let's not dwell on the past. Let's talk about the film. I actually have someone in mind for the lead actor—I'd love to recommend him to you."

York's mood always followed Rosamund's lead. Sensing her shift, he played along, smiling. "Alright, let's hear who the lucky guy is."

Rosamund gave him a name.

York's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "He's fantastic—but do you really think he'll agree to it?"

He spotted her shoes neatly arranged in the foyer and knew instantly that his daughter had arrived.

Something delicious was wafting from the kitchen. "Wow, that smells amazing," Klein said, swapping his shoes for house slippers and heading toward the living room.

Willow emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of garlic-glazed ribs, her smile bright. "Dad, go wash up—dinner's ready!"

"Alright!" Klein set his briefcase down and headed for the sink, calling out as he washed his hands, "The last time I had your cooking was right after your college graduation—can you believe how fast time flies?"

Willow paused, surprised he remembered.

After graduation, she'd hoped she'd finally have more time with Beasley. She wanted to learn to cook, to do what her father used to do for her—make a meal for someone she loved, sit around the dinner table, and just be a family for a while.

She'd come home to ask her father for cooking lessons. Naturally, that made him her first—and most patient—taste-tester.