Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 389

Still, just being near her like this felt good.

Over the past three years, Willow must have spent countless nights just like this.

Back at Baycrest Villas, the home they had once shared, his study and the master bedroom had only been separated by a single staircase. One on the left, one on the right. They had been so physically close, yet a world apart.

Beasley sat there in the driver's seat with the window rolled down, staring up through the night sky at her floor. He watched in deep thought for a long time, only starting the engine and driving away when all the lights in her apartment finally went dark.

***

At noon the next day, Rosamund and York met up at the specialty restaurant as planned.

Coincidentally, this was the exact same restaurant where Dorothy had brought Willow and Beasley to try and talk them out of their divorce.

Even more coincidentally, Dorothy was also there having lunch with a friend.

However, since they had booked private rooms on opposite sides of the building and arrived at different times, they didn't run into each other.

York had headed out a half hour early, arriving a good twenty minutes before their scheduled time.

After placing their order, he sat quietly and waited for her.

York figured that since Beasley had publicly revealed his connection to STAR at the wrap party, he was likely planning to announce her true identity to the world anyway.

If that was the case, Beasley probably wouldn't be mad at him for giving Rosamund a heads-up.

Besides, the reporters were bound to dig deep into STAR's background. By tomorrow morning, the internet could easily be flooded with articles exposing her true identity.

At 11:25 AM, Rosamund arrived, five minutes earlier than agreed.

York really admired that about her. She didn't act like a spoiled rich girl or a demanding celebrity. She was always punctual and treated everyone with genuine kindness.

He honestly believed she possessed every wonderful quality a person could have.

"I'm not late, am I?" Rosamund asked jokingly as she took off her sunglasses.

Her outfit for the day was incredibly low-key. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail, a baseball cap, a tracksuit, and her shades, she looked effortlessly cool and stylish.

"Of course not," York quickly stood up, walking around the table to pull her chair out like a true gentleman. "I just got lucky with the traffic today. Have a seat."

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