Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 373

That night, Juliette talked her ear off about romance, and Willow could tell that her relationship with Lionel was incredibly sweet.

"Anyway, since he celebrated your birthday early, does that mean he can't make it to your party next Wednesday?"

"What exactly does he do for a living? Is he working late?"

Juliette had only started digging into this after Willow and Waller made things official.

Willow and Waller had already coordinated their story for this exact question.

"He flies planes," she replied.

Whether it was a bomber or a fighter jet, it was still a plane. Technically, she wasn't lying.

"Wow!" Juliette said excitedly. "A pilot? Or a flight attendant? No wonder he looks so fit!"

Willow chuckled and hummed in agreement, though she was only agreeing with the part about him looking fit.

Juliette sounded thrilled. "That's great. Guys in aviation always have amazing stamina."

What kind of wild comment was that?

Willow hated herself for immediately understanding the implication.

There was absolutely no way she could keep this conversation going.

She quickly made up an excuse and ended the thirty-minute phone call.

After hanging up, she opened her messaging app and saw that Waller had texted her an hour ago.

The heat in her cheeks still hadn't faded.

It was all Juliette's fault for talking about such R-rated topics.

Willow fanned her face with her hand to cool down before opening his message.

It was a photo and a short text.

The photo showed the dinner he had cooked that night—two bowls, sitting side by side on the dining table, positioned intimately close together.

The text read: [Material for your Instagram tonight.]

Staring at the screen, a deep sense of security washed over her.

He always took care of the things she overlooked.

Willow smiled, put her phone away, and headed into the study.

***

Since she hadn't restricted the post, Beasley naturally saw it too.

For two days in a row... no, for several weekends in a row now, he had been forced to watch her show off her new relationship.

Once upon a time, all of that had belonged to him, and him alone.

And he had thrown it away!

Staring at her new post, Beasley felt like his chest was going to explode with jealousy.

To make matters worse, he was also having pasta for dinner.

He had made it himself. It tasted like cardboard, consumed purely for sustenance.

He wanted the food Willow used to make for him.

He wanted it more than anything.