Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 120

Beasley glanced at his watch—it was only a little past four in the afternoon.

York's earlier warning echoed in his mind, leaving him with a vague, uncomfortable feeling. It was unfamiliar, fleeting—there and gone before he could even put a name to it.

Irritated, he grabbed his phone and tried messaging Willow again. Still blocked. No luck.

With Willow not home, Beasley saw no reason to go upstairs. He restarted the car and drove off without another thought.

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For the next several days, he never managed to run into Willow at Cliffhaven Gardens. Pressing her doorbell brought no response, and every evening the apartment stayed dark and silent—clearly, she wasn't home.

The longer this went on, the more Beasley began to wonder if she was about to disappear for another month.

But just a week later, on Friday evening around seven, he spotted lights flickering on in Willow's apartment.

He rushed over, hammering the doorbell like a man possessed.

After about a minute of relentless ringing, the door finally swung open.

His icy eyes immediately fixed on her.

Willow stood there in a cropped white puffer jacket, her skin almost luminous against the fabric, flawless and pale. She wore dark jeans that hugged her long, toned legs, every line smooth and athletic.

A week apart, and her hair seemed even longer—jet-black, nearly brushing her waist.

He remembered how soft her hair was, just like her old temperament, even if it had been an act. But now, though her features were as delicate and striking as ever, the softness was gone. In its place: impatience, and a flicker of disdain.

"What are you doing here again?" Willow's voice was cold, her expression stony.

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