HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418 

Cale closed the last folder and slid it across the desk toward Arsen. That’s enough. I’ll read the rest later.” 

Arsen nodded. “If you need-” 

“I know,” Cale cut in shortly. He was already reaching for his jacket when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A message came in. 

I’m already in the lobby. 

Cale clicked his tongue softly and typed back quickly. 

Five minutes. Don’t disappear before I get there. 

He knew exactly the kind of person waiting for him downstairs patience was not Lydia’s strength. A minute too late, and she might leave without a backward glance. 

“Tell Daven I’m heading out,” Cale said, already moving before Arsen could respond. The elevator descended swiftly. When the doors opened, the Callister Group lobby stretched out wide and cold, just as it always did. Near the gray leather sofa, Lydia sat with her legs crossed, checking her phone. One foot rested lazily against the floor, her face blank-the unmistakable expression of someone waiting. 

As if she had been there for a long time. 

“You’re late,” she said without looking up as Cale approached. 

“Your patience really is thin,” Cale replied casually. “I said five minutes.” 

Lydia glanced at her watch. “Six.” 

Cale tilted a smile. “You were counting?” 

“Of course,” Lydia answered coolly. “I don’t like my time being wasted.” 

“That’s rich,” Cale said lightly. He dropped down beside her and rested his head against her shoulder without the slightest hesitation, unconcerned by the attention it might draw. “Considering you came here without me asking.” 

Lydia snapped her phone shut. “I just finished a meeting in this district. I figured I’d pick you up. Don’t get full of yourself.” 

“Good to know,” Cale leaned in slightly. “For a moment, I thought you missed me.” 

Lydia snorted. “In your dreams.” 

Still, Cale noticed it-the way Lydia let out a breath, just a little easier, the moment she saw him. It didn’t escape him, though he chose to pretend it did. And for that reason, he held back his smile. 

“Come on. I don’t have much time,” Lydia said, prompting him to stand. She handed him the car keys-the same man who had been her partner for nearly two years now. 

“Dinner out?” Cale offered as he followed her. “I know a quiet place. Not too crowded.” 

Lydia shook her head immediately. “No.” 

“That was fast.” 

“Because the answer’s obvious,” Lydia replied. “I want to go home. Eat at home.” 

Cale stopped walking. “Whose home?” 

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