The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 105

Dusk fell over the city. The massive iron gates of the Quincy estate were shut tight, radiating the heavy, imposing presence of a century-old dynasty.

A sleek black sedan pulled to a smooth stop in the courtyard, its headlights shutting off.

Killian unbuckled his seatbelt in the driver's seat, while Jillian and Connor sat in the back.

They had received a call from the main estate, summoning all three of them for family dinner.

Killian pushed his door open and stepped out.

He wore a sharply tailored, custom black suit that accentuated his tall, athletic frame. His expression was cold and distant, surrounded by an icy aura that naturally kept people at bay.

The rear door opened, and Jillian stepped out, holding Connor's hand.

All three had meticulously prepared their appearances before arriving.

Connor looked handsome with his clean, pale face, dressed simply in his kindergarten uniform to appear modest and well-behaved.

Jillian had intentionally gone home to change into an elegant apricot maxi dress paired with a flowing cream-colored trench coat.

She had lost weight recently, and her posture was much better than before. The tailored coat perfectly highlighted her slender waist.

Walking hand-in-hand with Connor into the brightly lit mansion, they genuinely looked like a harmonious family.

The dining room was warm and inviting, bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier.

Eleanor sat at the head of the table. The moment she saw them enter, she eagerly waved them over. "You're finally here. Take a seat, the food was just brought out. We were only waiting for you three."

Sienna Sterling and Natalie Quincy sat on the side of the table.

Sienna maintained an elegant posture as she personally served Eleanor a bowl of soup.

Natalie sat nearby, casting a bored glance at the trio before blatantly rolling her eyes at Jillian.

Killian took the seat to Eleanor's right.

She knew the truth. Her improved state was the result of consistent workouts and a fulfilling job. It had absolutely nothing to do with Killian.

But if Eleanor wanted to delude herself, let her.

Eleanor chuckled warmly. "Since your body has fully recovered, you two need to hurry up and start trying for a second child."

The moment the words left her mouth, the warm atmosphere in the room instantly vanished.

Everyone wore a different expression, their thoughts unreadable.

Killian rested his long fingers casually against his ivory chopsticks, eating with slow, deliberate movements. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, his expression completely apathetic, acting as if he hadn't heard Eleanor at all.

Jillian instinctively lowered her head. Her grip tightened on her silverware as she silently pushed the white rice around her plate, a suffocating wave of dread washing over her.

Whenever situations like this arose, Killian always refused to take a stand, forcing her to face the firing squad entirely on her own.

Oblivious to the sudden tension, Eleanor carried on. "I'm not trying to pressure you. But Connor is getting older now. If you could give him a little sister, you'd have both a son and a daughter, and your duties would be complete."