Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time (by Zora Pradeep) novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398

Saturday night, Maggie accompanied Old Mrs. Miller to an opera performance.

When they reached the ticket gate, a man who’d attracted plenty of attention nearby spotted them, broke into a

smile, and strode over.

“Maggie.”

Hearing her name, Maggie turned and saw Glen coming through the crowd.

She lifted her eyes and smiled. “What a coincidence. You came to see the maestro too?”

It wasn’t a coincidence.

Glen had arranged it.

At the company he always called her “Miss Miller.” This was the first time–other than on the day of his interview–that he addressed her as “Maggie.” Seeing she didn’t mind, he smiled lightly, introduced himself properly, and greeted Old Mrs. Miller. “Good evening, ma’am.”

“Hello,” the old lady replied with a smile.

Young people who like opera are rare these days. And the way Glen looked at Maggie as he spoke… As a bystander, Old Mrs. Miller immediately understood his feelings. But since Maggie seemed oblivious, she said nothing.

Noticing it was just Maggie and Old Mrs. Miller, Glen asked, “You didn’t bring the child? She doesn’t like opera?”

At the mention of Isabella, Maggie’s smile faded a touch.

Isabella had said she’d be back in New York at noon and wanted Maggie to take her out once she returned. It was already evening–Isabella was back, but hadn’t asked Maggie to pick her up, nor called after returning.

Maggie hadn’t taken it to heart. She was used to it.

“Something like that,” she answered mildly.

Glen had thought it a good topic to chat on, but her cool tone–and the chill that flashed across her face when he mentioned the child–surprised him. Then he supposed she might be upset about not getting custody.

Sensing she didn’t want to talk about it, he let the subject drop.

Inside, he swapped his two front–row tickets to sit beside Maggie.

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Mr. CEO. Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time

Chapter 398

He’d done his homework on opera and tossed a few easy topics to Maggie and Old Mrs. Miller. The three of them chatted pleasantly.

Near the end, when the hall had fallen into rapt silence, Maggie’s phone buzzed softly.

She glanced down: a message from Franklin.

“Grandma’s much better. Thank you for visiting her so often these days. Are you free on Monday?”

She needed only the first line to know what he would say.

He was, as expected, texting to set the divorce in motion.

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