Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 90

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Willow and her father Klein, gifts carefully chosen and tucked under their arms, made their way to Ms. Whitmore's house in the Westborough District.

They'd already called ahead to let Ms. Whitmore know they were coming, but when they arrived, it turned out they weren't the only visitors that day.

As Willow stepped through the door and took in the faces gathered in the cozy living room, a sudden thump of nerves pulsed at her temple. In that instant, she understood why Dr. Grant had sought her out at the lab during Wednesday's lunch break—it all made sense now.

But in her previous life, Dr. Grant had never gotten involved in this business, and she certainly hadn't met these two this early…

"Willow, what are you doing standing in the doorway? Come in, dear!"

Ms. Whitmore's gentle, affectionate voice snapped Willow from her thoughts.

A moment later, Ms. Whitmore turned to her father with a warm smile. "Klein, you two arrived at just the right time. I've got some other guests today as well. Let me introduce you all."

The two young men who'd been sitting in the living room, sipping tea, set down their cups and stood up politely.

Willow trailed quietly behind Klein, determined to keep conversation to a minimum and play it cool. After all, Waller Young was famously taciturn, and Ian Lockwood tended to take his time warming up to people. If all three of them stayed reserved, maybe the afternoon would just slip by without much fuss.

That's right—the other two young men visiting Ms. Whitmore that day were none other than Director Young's son, Waller, and Mr. Lockwood's son, Ian. One was a pilot, the other a doctor. Meeting them two years earlier than she remembered, Willow was surprised by how much younger they both looked.

Ms. Whitmore beamed as she ushered everyone to their seats, and after a bit of small talk, she formally introduced the four young people to one another.

When Ms. Whitmore got to Waller and Ian, Klein caught her pointed glance and instantly understood.

So this was a matchmaking set-up for his daughter—and not just one candidate, but two at once.

If even Klein, an excellent cook himself, praised it, it had to be delicious.

Willow remembered visiting Ms. Whitmore's house as a child with her mother, often savoring the rich, fragrant fish soup Mr. Whitmore made himself.

Now that he was older, he mostly coached from the sidelines, but even then, the soup always turned out reliably good—even if not exactly as it once was.

After his praise, Klein turned to Ian and Waller. "Have either of you ever tried Mr. Whitmore's fish soup? If not, you're in for a treat."

Both young men shook their heads, then nodded politely.

"We'd love to," Ian said, his voice calm and measured. He had the steady composure of someone much older, perhaps thanks to his work as a cardiac surgeon.