The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 37

Finally, reality caught up to Jillian.

She stood frozen, unsure of how to react.

Was she supposed to accept them with overwhelming gratitude? Was she supposed to act honored by Eleanor's generosity?

Or was she allowed to be furious that they had made medical decisions for her without a word of discussion?

A heavy knot of injustice formed in Jillian's chest, and her eyes stung with unshed tears.

She looked up at Killian.

If he loved Sylvia so much, would he really let Sylvia get pregnant right now?

Of course not. He only wanted Sylvia to shine brightly, like a flawless diamond.

"Grandma went out of her way to get those for you. Take them."

Killian's gaze bored into her.

No...

The word echoed in her mind, but she lacked the courage to say it out loud.

She reached out and took the bags.

Killian coldly withdrew his gaze.

Felicia kept blabbering, "Madam Eleanor also mentioned you should probably watch your weight. It's harder to conceive if you're too heavy, and losing the baby weight will be a nightmare later."

"Though, to be fair, it does look like you've slimmed down a bit, Mrs. Quincy."

Jillian forced a polite, hollow smile. "I lost a few pounds."

Felicia beamed. "Well, I should be going. I won't disturb you and Mr. Quincy any longer."

The office door clicked shut behind her.

Killian stood with his hands in his pockets, turning his back to her indifferently.

"You don't actually want a second child either, do you? Is there really any point in me taking these?" Jillian asked softly.

Killian sat down behind his massive desk, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

A wave of guilt immediately washed over her.

Killian was a man of absolute control and ruthless execution. He expected unconditional obedience and despised being questioned.

"There isn't."

"But if you hadn't come, Grandma would have kept blowing up my phone."

Jillian bit her lip hard.

So he only called her here to get his grandmother off his back.

Jillian wanted to tell him that she was busy with her own job too.

But she kept the thought to herself.

After a brief hesitation, Jillian followed them.

Watching the two of them walk ahead, a chaotic swirl of emotions churned inside her.

Once upon a time, she had dreamed of this exact scenario. She had imagined them as a perfect family, parents deeply in love, raising a brilliant, happy child.

But that dream had never materialized.

Killian rarely came home. When he missed his son, he simply sent someone to pick Connor up.

He would take Connor out to dinner and bring him to high-society events.

But he never brought Jillian.

Deep down, he refused to acknowledge her as his wife, and his actions proved it time and time again.

The drive to the restaurant was filled with Connor's joyful singing and bouncing, fully displaying the boundless energy of a four-year-old boy.

Upon arrival, they were escorted directly to a private dining room, avoiding the main crowds.

Once inside, it was just the three of them.

The waiters served the food and quietly shut the door.

This was the picture-perfect family lunch Jillian had endlessly fantasized about, and now it was finally happening.

Killian naturally took the head seat, a habit born from countless high-stakes business dinners.

Passing plates, serving others, or pouring tea were concepts that simply did not exist in his world.