Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 97

Willow shook her head. "No, I promised my dad I'd go home this weekend."

She remembered that Maurice hadn't been home even once since he started working at the base. "You should head home this weekend too," she added. "And while you're there, ask your brother if he's heard anything about those foreigners."

"Oh, and about that Iron Man ceramic—I've already finished the design sketches. You really need to make some time to work on it. It's a gift for your nephew, remember."

Maurice was left speechless. He'd meant to talk Willow into staying on for another month of this exhausting pace, but somehow she'd convinced him to go home and take it easy instead.

Still, it had been a while since he'd seen his family, and he was starting to miss his mother's cooking.

"How about you come over to my place tomorrow and ask my brother yourself?" Maurice offered, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Truthfully, he just wanted Willow to try his mom's food.

But Willow shook her head. "I can't. I promised my dad, and I have some other things to take care of this weekend. Otherwise, I'd absolutely stay and fight alongside you."

Maurice was clearly won over by her last remark; the corner of his mouth curled up in a smile. "Alright, I'll keep pestering him for you."

"I'll bring you some grapes next time," Willow added, keeping him in a good mood. Maurice was clearly pleased.

At seven that evening, Willow made it back to her apartment at Cliffhaven Gardens. She started by sorting through a month's worth of messages and emails on her phone, then called her father, Klein, to let him know she was safe and to say she'd be home for lunch the next day.

What Willow didn't know was that ever since she'd missed a week at home, Beasley had someone monitoring her apartment every night to see if her lights were on.

Beasley had waited an entire month for news that her place was finally lit up again.

He knew perfectly well Willow was avoiding him, but hiding wouldn't work forever. She couldn't dodge him for the rest of her life.

He was determined to recruit her—the drone prodigy—into the Stormhawk Drones project.

Willow took a long, calming breath, gave herself a silent pep talk, and finally trudged over to open the door—reluctant, but resigned.

Sure enough, there he was.

Beasley stood tall in the doorway, wearing a dark wool overcoat that made him look even more striking and poised than usual. In his hand was a gift bag—she couldn't care less what was inside.

"What do you want?" Willow asked coldly, making no move to let him in.

Beasley acted as if he hadn't noticed her frosty tone. He smiled faintly. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

His gaze lingered, unapologetically, on her face and the strands of damp hair framing it.

The fresh scent of her shower seemed to blend with the subtle, familiar fragrance that always clung to her skin.