The Ex-Wife He Can’t Have novel Chapter 457

"I'm not sure. Mr. Quincy didn't mention it."

Sylvia knew she wouldn't squeeze anything useful out of him and was about to march straight into Killian's office. But Nate stopped her, lowering his voice cautiously. "Ms. Xavier, I don't know if it's my place to say this, but... I feel like the way Mr. Quincy treats Jillian has changed."

"Changed how?"

It was just an unexplainable gut feeling, and Nate couldn't quite put it into words. "It's nothing. Maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Sylvia shot him an annoyed glare before pushing open the office door.

Killian was mid-meal when Sylvia walked around his chair, wrapping her arms securely around his back. "Why didn't you wait for me to eat?"

"You didn't say you were coming," Killian replied flatly.

"My birthday is next week," Sylvia whispered right against his ear, her warm breath sending a seductive thrill across his skin.

Killian put down his silverware, pulled a napkin to dab his mouth, and reached back to pull her closer.

Sylvia eagerly collapsed into his arms, settling comfortably onto his lap.

But the moment she met Killian's calm, bottomless stare, a wave of inexplicable dread washed over her. She suddenly felt like prey being sized up by a python.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"How do you want to celebrate your birthday?" Killian asked.

"I don't want anything massive. Just a quiet dinner with you is enough."

"Absolutely not." Killian gripped her waist, shifted her onto the sofa, and stood up. "A birthday should be celebrated properly. I'll take care of everything."

Meanwhile, the scouting report from the team's trip to Hartford had finally landed on Jillian's desk. After reviewing the data, she decided she needed to see the city for herself.

She instructed her assistant to book the flights and hotel.

Bash had been relentlessly initiating contact lately. Morning texts, goodnight texts—he constantly checked in on whether she had eaten, rested, or finished work. Since both of them had insanely packed schedules, they were forced to stick to messaging.

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