THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 221

Skyler had signed up for classes here in hopes of sharpening his cooking skills.

Sure, the place was a bit of a drive from downtown, but every instructor here was a renowned chef, top of their field. And the range of cuisines they taught was impressively broad.

What Skyler didn’t expect was to spot Gordon here.

What on earth was Gordon doing at a culinary training center? Was he here to learn how to cook? No way. Absolutely impossible. Gordon, his uncle, had always said that a real man belonged anywhere *but* the kitchen, that cooking was beneath him.

Maybe Skyler was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes, but nope—there Gordon was, clear as day. Heart pounding, Skyler rushed over, calling out, “Uncle! It really is you!”

At the sound of Skyler’s voice, Gordon froze. A cold sweat prickled down his spine. He’d chosen this place precisely because it was far from the city—less chance of running into someone he knew.

But fate clearly had other plans.

Should’ve checked the horoscope before leaving the house, he thought gloomily.

“What are you doing here?” Gordon shot Skyler a sidelong glance, his voice as chilly as ever.

“I—” Skyler started, then paused, suddenly suspicious. “Uncle, what are you doing here? This is a cooking school. You’re not actually here to take a cooking class, are you?”

“Of course not,” Gordon replied instantly, almost offended.

“Then what are you here for?” Skyler narrowed his eyes, senses tingling. Something was off—way off.

As Gordon scrambled for a plausible excuse, Skyler suddenly smacked his forehead and exclaimed, “Oh, I get it! Uncle, you must’ve heard my car got borrowed and came all the way out here to give me a ride home! You’re the best uncle in the world!”

Gordon blinked. Wait—Skyler had enrolled here too? How was he supposed to keep attending his own classes now? Each lesson cost a fortune, and he still had eight left!

“I’m your uncle,” Gordon said, covering as best he could. “Is there anything about you I *don’t* know?”

Skyler grinned. “Fair point.”

Soon, the car filled with the quirky melodies of show tunes. Skyler leaned back in his seat, a picture of contentment. “Uncle, you must really love me. You’ve even started liking musicals, and now you’ve driven all the way out here just to pick me up! You’re spoiling me rotten!”

He reached over and gave Gordon’s shoulder a dramatic pat.

“Sit still and cut it out,” Gordon grumbled, skin crawling with goosebumps.