The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 231

Connor Quincy saw Jillian Jarrett again on the television screen.

That weekend, The National Youth Figure Skating Championship was broadcasting live.

A designated area in Killian Quincy's executive office had been converted into a private playroom.

It was fully equipped with toys and a desk, and featured a custom, anti-blue-light large screen that cost a fortune, reserved specifically for Connor to relax, watch cartoons, and do his homework.

At the moment, Killian was handling business in the outer office. The space was quiet, with only the soft sounds of the broadcast echoing through the room.

The camera panned to the audience.

The commentator's voice rang out clearly. "The camera is now on the family section for Contestant No. 7. That is Jillian Jarrett, the mother of our young skater, Stella Jarrett."

Another commentator immediately chimed in. "Every mother gets nervous watching their daughter compete. But Stella is in fantastic form today. Her technique is rock-solid, and her expressiveness has always been her strong suit. She is the undisputed favorite for the youth championship title."

On the sofa, Connor instantly froze.

He stared at the screen without blinking, completely transfixed, his breathing growing shallow.

A moment later, Killian finished his work, washed his hands, and walked in. "What do you want for lunch?" he asked casually. "I'll have Nate make arrangements."

There was no response.

It was as if Connor couldn't hear him at all. His eyes were glued to the television, his small face taut, the corners of his mouth turned down, his eyes brimming with undisguised hurt.

Killian followed his gaze to the screen and instantly understood.

In the broadcast, Stella wore a dazzling, intricately designed skating costume. Her makeup was flawless, her hair pulled up into a perfect bun. She looked radiant and full of life.

It was a stark contrast to her usual quiet, well-behaved demeanor.

Standing on the ice, she exuded confidence and grace, commanding a presence far beyond her years.

The moment the music started, her expression transformed, entirely lost in the melody.

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