The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 232

Kingsley looked up, his sharp gaze searching her face for any sign of a lie.

"Are you really over Thurston, or is this just an act?"

Evie couldn't help but laugh, her tone completely genuine.

"When I was younger and foolish, Kingsley, I thought loving someone meant they were my whole world. I slowly realized that romance is just a small part of life. I've truly let it go now. I don't obsess over having him anymore. Sometimes, love is just wishing them well."

Hearing this, Kingsley replied flatly, "Looks like the money Winston spent wasn't wasted."

"It has nothing to do with his money," Evie quickly corrected him. "I figured it out on my own. I grew up."

Kingsley didn't argue. He just pulled out his phone and texted Thurston: *I'm picking them up at the airport tomorrow night. Don't send anyone.*

Thurston's reply came through almost instantly: *Got it.*

At the airport arrivals terminal the next night, shortly after ten o'clock, Lucy held a drowsy Seven in her arms.

Seven had been too excited to sleep during the flight, but he was finally losing steam, his head resting heavily against her shoulder.

The nanny followed closely behind, pushing a luggage cart stacked high with bags as the three of them slowly made their way out.

Jules Holt was supposed to return with them, but after hearing his mother had arranged yet another blind date for him, he had canceled his ticket and stayed behind.

Kingsley, meanwhile, had been waiting at the exit for a long time.

When Lucy looked up and saw him, she instinctively frowned, though she didn't break her stride.

Seven's eyes were barely open, his little head drooping lazily. He didn't even notice the man standing nearby.

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