Boss, Your Wife Signed the Divorce Agreement Before the Wedding novel Chapter 33

He had come over with good intentions to offer a little comfort.

Did Raelynn have absolutely no sense of gratitude?

Julian couldn't help but frown.

He also realized that his instinct to follow her in the first place was completely irrational!

It was like he had been temporarily possessed!

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Raelynn didn't give Julian's little stunt a second thought.

After heading downstairs, she found the so-called private lounge.

There was no one there.

The same waiter who had approached her earlier hurried over again. "Ms. Ortiz, I'm so sorry. I was just following the manager's orders."

Raelynn was smart; it didn't take her more than a second to unravel the scheme.

This so-called 'date' had never existed in the first place.

It was obviously a setup orchestrated by Matilda Croix.

Grandma had probably planned for her to run into Sebastian at the private room, hoping they'd end up having dinner together.

Then, she tossed in a fake mystery man, hoping to spark a little... jealousy in Sebastian as her husband?

It was painfully clear that Grandma still hadn't given up and was trying to play matchmaker.

But Grandma certainly couldn't have predicted what a total disaster today would be. The stage she set didn't just feature Raelynn and Sebastian; it also included his destined true love, Seraphina.

Raelynn turned to the waiter. "It's fine. Go back to work."

She had come here today to make things clear anyway. Since this guy didn't exist, it saved her the energy of dealing with it.

Deep down, she knew Grandma wasn't going to all this trouble out of some deep affection for her.

Grandma was just terrified that Sebastian divorcing her would throw The Croix Family into total chaos.

After all, Cameron's crimes weren't exactly severe, and the family had already greased the right palms.

He would probably be out of prison soon enough.

Grandma was just trying to prevent any unexpected variables.

But whatever plans and schemes they were brewing, Raelynn couldn't care less.

She was already here. She wasn't about to go home on an empty stomach.

In this life, you couldn't let your emotions dictate your survival.

Raelynn checked her phone for the driver's location.

Click—

The sharp, metallic flick of a lighter sounded from an angle behind her.

Raelynn turned her head and saw Sebastian. She had no idea how long he had been standing there.

His coat was draped over his arm, as if the freezing wind couldn't even touch him.

The collar of his crisp white shirt fluttered slightly in the breeze. His sharp jawline tilted up as he cast a casual, indifferent glance in her direction.

Raelynn hadn't expected to run into him again after dinner.

Even though they had been married for seven years, standing just a few feet apart right now, the distance between them felt like an ocean.

Sebastian was likely waiting for someone, or waiting for his car.

He didn't bring up the absolute mess that had happened earlier.

He didn't say a single word.

Just as Raelynn thought they were going to part ways in total silence, Sebastian asked in a slow, measured tone, "Have you found a house yet?"

The question zeroed in on the exact topic Raelynn wanted to avoid most.