THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 215

Gordon didn’t like the kitchen.

He hated the smell of cooking oil just as much.

A real man belonged in boardrooms or on battlefields, strategizing and leading the charge—not slaving away over a stove. What kind of man wasted his time in the kitchen? It felt beneath him, an abandonment of his proper calling.

Skyler knew her uncle’s stubborn streak all too well. When she heard his answer, she didn’t bother trying to change his mind. “Alright, alright. Dad and I will handle the cooking, then.”

Justice glanced at Gordon with a grin. “You know, there’s nothing shameful about cooking. Who knows, maybe someday you’ll want to make soup or a nice dinner for someone you actually care about.”

Gordon shook his head, unmoved. “That’s you, not me. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I guarantee I’ll never be that kind of person.”

Justice shrugged. “Never say never, Gordon.”

After all, who could predict what tomorrow might bring?

Gordon flopped onto the couch. “Actions speak louder than words.”

Justice nodded. “Fair enough. But if you ever do have a change of heart, Gordon, I’ll never let you live it down.”

“Count me in,” Beatrice chimed in with a laugh. “I’ll make sure everyone hears about it!”

“Me too!” Alaina piped up, joining the chorus.

“Meow!” Even Snow, the family cat, contributed a timely comment from his spot on the couch.

Gordon rolled his eyes. “Sorry to disappoint all of you, but I don’t think you’ll ever get that satisfaction.” He crossed over to the sofa, scooped up Snow, and cradled the cat in his arms. “You rascal, finally decided to come home, huh?”

He bent down and gave Snow a quick sniff.

Perfect.

Still smelled just the way he remembered.

He hugged Snow a little tighter.

Justice and Skyler’s skills in the kitchen really were impressive. When dinner was finally served, Beatrice couldn’t stop singing their praises.

Even Gordon, notorious for his picky palate, had to admit the food was excellent.

All of them?

She’d worked at Sylvester Group for three years, and Gordon had never once canceled his schedule without a serious reason.

What on earth was going on today?

Did Master Ninth forget that there was an important contract to sign on Saturday?

She hesitated, then sent him a reminder on WhatsApp: [Master Ninth, there’s a contract scheduled for your review on Saturday.]

Gordon’s phone buzzed.

He picked it up and replied with a single word: [Postponed.]

Just that one word was enough to make the secretary break out in a cold sweat. She didn’t dare message him again.

This time, Gordon didn’t put his phone away. He suddenly realized he hadn’t updated his social media in days. Switching to camera mode, he snapped a photo of the dinner spread on the table.