The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 254

Inside a nearby cafe.

Preston maintained a gentlemanly demeanor. "Order whatever you'd like. It's on me."

"No need. Just get to the point," Jillian checked the time, her tone brisk. "I'm in a rush. I have to go pick up my daughter."

Preston's eyes shifted slightly, and he asked casually, "You have a daughter? Does Killian know?"

"She's adopted, and yes, he knows."

Preston gave her a long, penetrating look, complex emotions hiding in his eyes.

It seemed Jillian didn't know yet that Killian was investigating the little girl.

He had seen a photo of the girl on Killian's phone. The kid's features and expressions were undeniably similar to Jillian's.

That wasn't something a simple claim of adoption could explain away.

But that wasn't his concern.

He shifted the topic, asking,

"What's the name of Mallory Vaughn's current boyfriend? How long have they been together?"

Jillian frowned slightly, her tone guarded. "That's Mallory's private life. It has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Preston smirked, his expression practically screaming, *Don't play dumb with me!*

"She must have told you about the history between her and me."

Jillian thought for a second. "No. I don't know anything about it."

She had always been exceptionally good at reading people.

Men like Preston—who had grown up in poverty and clawed their way to success through sheer grit—were fundamentally a contradictory mix of extreme arrogance and deeply rooted insecurity.

No matter how high they climbed, the shadow of their impoverished, humiliating youth always haunted them.

They absolutely despised it when anyone brought up their struggling past.

Preston looked somewhat surprised.

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