The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 413

Work had been relentless lately. Slipping right back into her old habits, Jillian had pulled several all-nighters in a row, surviving on barely three or four hours of sleep a night.

She sent Bash a text, telling him she needed to return the brooch. He outright refused and stubbornly withheld his home address.

Unable to just mail something worth millions of dollars blindly, Jillian had no choice but to hold onto the jewelry for the time being.

Finally, she managed to get ahead on her projects. She clocked out at eight in the evening, which was a massive improvement compared to her recent schedule.

She was just walking toward her car when a voice called out from behind her. "Jillian, we need to talk."

She turned around. Through the dim lighting of the parking garage, she recognized Sean Quincy. She frowned slightly, entirely unsure what Killian's father could possibly want to discuss with her.

"Fine. Let's go to the coffee shop down the street," she said, her voice laced with exhaustion.

Once they were seated inside, Jillian let Sean order whatever he wanted while she simply asked for a glass of water.

She leaned her elbow against the table to support her heavy head, pressing her other fist firmly against her stomach.

Seeing her tightly knit brow, Sean asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing. Just an occupational hazard," she replied flatly.

She suffered from a mild stomach ulcer. The doctor had assured her it wasn't severe, but it required her to eat three regular meals a day. The moment she skipped a meal, the cramping started.

Her grueling overtime schedule had thrown her body out of rhythm entirely. It was already past eight, she hadn't had a single bite of hot food, and her chronic stomach pain was flaring up with a vengeance.

"Just say what you need to say. I'd like to go home and rest," Jillian pressed.

"What I have to say is very simple. Can you finalize the divorce with Killian as soon as possible?"

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