THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 367

“Woof, woof.”

As soon as Gordon spoke, Monday couldn’t help but bark, as if to say:

Oh, you hypocritical humans.

A minute ago, you said dogs were ugly.

And now, suddenly, dogs are adorable?

Ha! Give me a break.

“Monday, hush.” Caitlin scooped Monday into her arms and gently pinched his muzzle shut, effectively muting him. “By the way, Gordon, how did Monday end up with you?”

Gordon replied honestly, “I was out jogging just now, and he started following me. Even after I finished, he wouldn’t leave me alone. I figured he was a stray, so I thought I’d bring him back and look after him.”

“Ah, I see.” Caitlin nodded, then glanced down at Monday with a smile. “You have good taste, don’t you? Chasing after the most eligible bachelor in the neighborhood.”

A barely-there smile tugged at the corner of Gordon’s mouth.

After a moment, he asked, “Catie, are you out walking the dog too?”

“Yeah,” Caitlin replied, “I like to jog while I walk him.”

They fell into step together, chatting as they walked.

“Oh, right, Catie,” Gordon added, “my mom and sister wanted me to ask you—when do you have time to come over for tea? They’d love to have you visit.”

Caitlin thought for a moment. “I’m a bit busy these days, but I’ll message you on WhatsApp when I’m free.”

“Sounds good.”

Gordon nodded politely.

As they left the park, Caitlin said, “My place is that way, so I’ll head home now.”

“Alright.” Gordon nodded again. “I’ll be going too.”

He watched Caitlin’s figure disappear down the sidewalk, then pulled out his phone, opened Google, and typed in a question.

He searched:

*What does it mean when a girl calls a guy ‘tall, rich, and handsome’?*

The first answer read: *Dude, I don’t know exactly what she means, but I do know this—you’ve definitely caught her eye.*

*She means it literally.*

*If you’re her blind date, then she’s probably into you.*

*Girls don’t just throw around ‘tall, rich, and handsome’ for no reason. Maybe she’s got a crush on you.*

A crush.

“Inviting her over, of course!” Beatrice said.

“I saw her on my morning run. She said she’s busy lately, but she’ll come when she has time.”

Beatrice nodded. “Alright then. But when she does decide to come over, give us a heads-up.”

“Will do.”

—

The Gonzales family home.

As soon as Caitlin walked in, her grandmother Keira pulled her aside with some news: Old Mrs. Ryan was coming over to visit.

Keira squeezed Caitlin’s hand. “Freya, Mrs. Ryan and I were the best of friends when we were young, but her whole family moved to Rosenthal twenty years ago, and we lost touch. So, tomorrow, I want you to stay home and keep me company, alright?”

She wanted Mrs. Ryan to see for herself what a wonderful, well-mannered granddaughter she had.

“Of course, Grandma.” Caitlin nodded.

Keira smiled. “You know, I once joked with Mrs. Ryan about arranging a match between you and her grandson when you were both little! I wonder if that Ryan boy will be coming tomorrow.”

“A matchmaking arrangement?” Caitlin was surprised. “Grandma, are you serious?”

She couldn’t believe that in this day and age, she was still hearing about childhood betrothals.