The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 164

The interview wrapped up by early evening. After the network crew packed up their equipment and left, Jillian gathered her things and drove out of the corporate park alone.

A Rolls Royce glided smoothly out of a private academy, driving along the main road toward the Quincy family estate. Forty minutes later, it parked steadily in front of the mansion.

A servant hurried forward to open the door, and nine-year-old Connor hopped out first.

He was nearly five feet tall now, with a straight posture and sharp, handsome features that strongly mirrored Killian's.

When he was younger, he took after his mother, but over the years, his father's bone structure had become much more pronounced. His personality, too, was an exact replica of Killian's cold reserve. Standing together, father and son looked like they were cast from the same mold.

Killian stepped out of the driver's seat. Connor slipped noise-canceling headphones over his ears, his demeanor rebellious and aloof, fully intending to sneak into the courtyard through the side entrance.

"Connor," Killian called out, stopping him. "Go greet your great-grandmother and grandmother first."

Connor's brows furrowed tightly. Despite his deep reluctance, he eventually followed Killian toward the main living room.

Fresh fruit and drinks were already laid out in the hall. When Eleanor saw him enter, she immediately smiled and waved. "Connor, come sit over here with me."

Connor walked over at a leisurely pace and sat on the sofa. He casually picked up an orange, tossing it lightly in his palm, his headphones still clamped firmly over his ears.

Eleanor's warm, eager smile instantly cooled.

Though Connor occasionally showed the soft cuteness of a child, it couldn't mask his increasingly premature coldness.

"Connor, would you like some juice?" Sienna offered a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice she had made herself.

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