THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 203

Ike was certain that the girl he’d just seen was Gordon’s one true love—the kind of woman he’d never stop pining for.

Seriously, why else would the famous Master Ninth, of all people, be riding a bicycle with her on the back? It had to mean something.

God only knew how excited Ike was right now.

“Ike, what’s gotten into you tonight?” Skyler complained from the driver’s seat. “You’ve been spouting nonsense all evening! First you said my uncle was out at a food truck with some girl, and now you’re telling me he’s riding a bike with her on a date?”

It was absurd.

Completely ridiculous.

Ike whipped out his phone. “You don’t believe me? Fine, I’ll show you! I’ll take a picture right now!”

With that, he pressed the shutter.

But, of course, he forgot that both their sedan and Gordon’s bicycle were moving, and there was no way he’d get a clear shot while in motion.

All he got was a blurry mess.

Skyler grinned. “So, where’s this photo? Let me see it!”

“You’re driving so fast, how am I supposed to get a clear picture?” Ike fumed, practically vibrating with frustration.

Skyler stomped on the brakes, pulling over to the curb, and turned to Ike. “All right, all right, I’ll slow down. Where is he then? Where’s my dear uncle?”

“He’s right over there!” Ike jabbed his finger toward the window on his right.

Skyler looked.

And saw… nothing.

“Where?” Skyler asked, exasperated. “Didn’t you say my uncle was off on a romantic bike ride with a girl? I knew you were making it up! Is my Rolls-Royce not flashy enough for you? Why would my uncle ride a bike, especially with some girl? Why not say two girls while you’re at it?”

Ike felt completely wronged.

“I saw it! I swear I saw it—it’s your fault for taking so long to stop! Who knew Master Ninth could ride a bike that fast with someone on the back?”

“Okay, okay,” Skyler replied, nodding dismissively. “Blame me, all right? I totally believe you, happy?”

Ike felt even worse.

Why? Why was it always him who saw these things—only to never have anyone believe him?

Skyler restarted the engine and drove off.

Meanwhile, after dropping Caitlin off, Gordon finally drove back to his apartment.

By the time he finished his shower and got into bed, it was past two in the morning.

On his nightstand sat a book, left open and face-down.

Gordon picked it up. At the top of the page, someone had circled a line in red ink:

Rule #21 for Winning a Woman’s Heart: The most romantic thing in the world is taking her on a wild bike ride. Make sure you go fast—she’ll have no choice but to wrap her arms around your waist.

As Gordon read the words, he immediately remembered the feeling of Caitlin’s arms around him that evening.

Who’d have thought this silly little book would actually come in handy?

Skyler grinned. “Well, last night I went out for a snack with Ike, and that idiot kept insisting he saw you at a food truck with a girl! Then he claimed he saw you riding a bike with her on a date! I told him you were meeting with a chess master, but he didn’t believe me. And even if you weren’t, there’s no way you’d be eating street food with some girl, right?”

“It’s just not your style.”

Skyler spoke so carelessly, but his words made Gordon tense up. If Skyler had paid closer attention, he might have noticed the way Gordon’s hand trembled as he turned the page of his folder.

But, unfortunately, Skyler was never the observant type.

After a moment, Gordon glanced up. “So, what brings you here?”

“Oh, right!” Skyler snapped his fingers. “I’m meeting someone really important for tea tomorrow. Don’t you have some Le Palais des Thés here? Could you spare a bit?”

There wasn’t a single other person in all of Silverhaven—or even the Capital—who had Le Palais des Thés. But Gordon had at least ten pounds of it stashed away.

Gordon got up, pulled a small packet from his cabinet, and handed it over.

It couldn’t have been more than two or three ounces.

Skyler accepted the package, pouting. “This will barely last for three rounds! Uncle, can’t you give me just a little more?”

Without another word, Gordon handed over a second packet.

Skyler’s eyes widened.

No way! His stingy uncle was actually being generous today!

Two packets of Le Palais des Thés, just like that. Normally, Gordon would never part with so much.