THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 352

The driver in the front seat noticed something was off with Gordon and asked, “Sir, do you need me to pull over?”

Gordon was so lost in the scene he’d just witnessed that he didn’t hear a word.

“Sir?”

Only when the driver repeated himself did Gordon snap out of it. “What is it?”

“Shall I pull over?” the driver asked again.

“No need.” Gordon looked away, crossed his long legs, and settled back into that untouchable air of authority he wore so well.

He still had an important dinner to attend later that afternoon.

“Understood, sir.”

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About half an hour later, Farrell’s car pulled up in front of the most prestigious hotel in Silverhaven.

As he walked alongside Caitlin, he explained, “The head chef here is especially skilled in French cuisine. The food is excellent—particularly the baked escargot. Miss Kensington, you really should give it a try.”

“Sounds lovely.” Caitlin nodded politely.

“Where are you from, Miss Kensington?”

“Family’s originally from Verdant Grove. I grew up here in Silverhaven, but I live in The Capital now,” Caitlin answered succinctly.

Farrell looked surprised. “What a coincidence! My family’s from The Capital too.”

“It is quite the coincidence.”

They strolled together, chatting as they went. The striking pair—handsome man, beautiful woman—drew admiring looks from hotel guests passing by.

Farrell was the epitome of a gentleman, attentive to every detail. He reminded Caitlin to watch her step as they climbed the stairs, then opened the private dining room door for her.

Inside, he glanced at Caitlin, seeking her opinion. “Miss Kensington, shall we go with the chef’s recommended menu for today?”

“Sure, that sounds great.”

Farrell nodded and closed the menu. Turning to the server, he said, “We’ll have the chef’s recommendation, please.”

“Of course, sir. Please wait a moment.”

Dinner was a pleasant affair.

Farrell had expected Caitlin to be just another pretty face with some medical skills, but he was taken aback by how engaging she was—her conversation, her grace, her natural poise. She was worlds apart from the girls he’d met before: no airs, no affectation, just something effortlessly genuine.

After the meal, Farrell insisted on walking Caitlin out and driving her home.

He walked ahead, holding the door open for her and shielding the top with his hand. “Careful, Miss Kensington.”

Just then, Gordon stepped out of the elevator and saw the scene.

He froze on the spot.

This time, there was no mistaking it.

That was Caitlin.

It was Caitlin, without a doubt.

Nina?

Gordon frowned. “Where are you?”

Skyler hiccuped. “At…at The Eclipse Lounge.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Gordon hung up, slammed his foot on the gas, and let the GPS guide him straight to The Eclipse Lounge.

He arrived in no time.

Inside one of the private lounges, Skyler was sprawled across the sofa, dead drunk, mumbling to himself, “Why do I love her and she doesn’t love me? Why does she have to be with someone else…”

Hearing this, Gordon instantly pictured Caitlin and Farrell walking out together, and he completely lost control. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table and took a long, desperate swig.

His usually sharp, cool gaze was now rimmed with red, glistening with unshed tears. He looked utterly miserable—nothing like his usual icy self.

One bottle wasn’t enough. He downed a second.

The sight sobered Skyler instantly. “U-Uncle, what’s going on? You never drink!”

Then Skyler noticed the redness at Gordon’s eyes and his jaw dropped.

Was he…crying? Holy crap!

Uncle Gordon was crying!

Skyler swallowed hard, incredulous. “U-Uncle, don’t tell me…you got your heart broken too?”