The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 353

Jillian finished reviewing the files, staying late at the office for several days in a row to discuss the partnership details with Daniel Langley and the team.

Late at night, they were still in a meeting.

"A partnership and a buyout are two entirely different concepts. It seems Killian Quincy has no intention of fully giving up on the project," Daniel remarked.

Jillian nodded.

"If we choose to partner with them, we'll have to surrender a portion of our control."

Jillian handed out Killian's proposed terms to the team, asking for their input on the collaboration model.

The meeting dragged on late into the night.

The team was exhausted, so Daniel called for a break and ordered some late-night takeout.

The food arrived shortly after.

Jillian sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in her office, eating her meal while staring out at the city's night skyline.

Daniel walked over to eat with her.

Jillian suddenly found herself zoning out into the darkness.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked.

"I was just wondering how many people in this dazzling city are like us, burning themselves out every single day, giving it their all just to shine."

Daniel smiled.

He knew that pulling all-nighters often made people overly philosophical.

"Once we get through this busy phase, I'll give you a proper vacation."

Jillian didn't reply, her gaze still fixed on the window.

Daniel finished his portion and cleaned up Jillian's food container along with his own.

He caught a glimpse of her hand resting against the desk. Her fingers were long and slender, devoid of any elaborate manicures, coated only in a faint layer of clear polish that gleamed with a cool elegance.

There were faint calluses on her fingers, the result of years of relentless studying and working.

A sudden urge welled up within Daniel. He wanted to reach out and hold that hand, just as he had yearned to do so many years ago.

Sensing the sudden stillness beside her, Jillian turned around in surprise.

Daniel quickly averted his gaze, pretending to busy himself with the trash.

Jillian chuckled. "You can just let the assistant clean that up later."

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