Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 91

A thought struck Willow—surely Ian must know a few doctors who specialize in psychology. Maybe she could ask him to recommend someone?

Lately, she still had the occasional nightmare and, during the day, couldn't help feeling panicked and breaking into a cold sweat whenever a man stood too close. The anxiety would creep up on her, making it almost impossible to focus on her work.

It was starting to affect her productivity. Most of her colleagues in research were men, and she couldn't very well keep everyone at arm's length forever or act cold and distant all the time.

The only reason the team's progress on the stealth drone project hadn't stalled was because Willow had the benefit of her past life's experience to guide her. She managed to keep a safe distance from the others without slowing down the work. But what about the future?

Still, Willow quickly dismissed the idea of asking Ian for help. Getting him involved would only complicate things and invite unnecessary trouble.

Besides, it was better if nobody she knew found out she was seeking therapy.

Maybe Ms. Whitmore sensed the awkwardness between the three of them, because she suggested they head out to the vineyard behind the house to pick some grapes, and said they should take some home for their families—a little gift in return for their visit.

Once Ms. Whitmore spoke, Willow and the others agreed and headed outside.

After they left, Ms. Whitmore got straight to the point with Klein. "Klein, your daughter isn't seeing anyone at the moment, right? What do you think of those two young men? I can vouch for their character."

Klein had been quietly sizing up the young men earlier. He trusted Ms. Whitmore's judgment; if they'd passed her test, he had no concerns about their character. Still—

"They're both fine young men, steady and polite. But I'm afraid Willa isn't ready to think about that sort of thing right now."

He knew his daughter well. The divorce had left its scars, and it would take time for her to heal.

Even recently, Klein had noticed Willow deliberately keeping her distance from men. If a stranger so much as brushed against her or came too close, she would tense up, her face betraying the slightest discomfort. It was subtle, but unmistakable to a father who paid attention.

Ms. Whitmore's smile was full of warmth and hope. "I truly hope that day comes."

The Vineyard.

Willow had been here as a child, so she knew her way around. She led Ian and Waller down a narrow path until they reached the vines.

Clusters of plump, deep purple grapes hung heavy on their trellises, each bunch looking more tempting than the last.

"Did you used to come here often, Miss Sheffield?" Ian asked, his tone light.

He was the more outgoing of the two, and made an effort to keep the conversation going so they didn't all just drift off into awkward silence.