Goodbye Forever Ex-Husband (by Ammund) novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

DAMIEN’S POV

“Come on, pick up,” I muttered under my breath, pacing back and forth across my hotel room. My thumb tapped impatiently against the side of my phone as I watched the screen. The call rang and rang, then went silent, straight to voicemail.

This was already the fifth time I was trying to reach Julian this morning. I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t exactly a morning person, but still–it was almost 8:40 a.m. by now. Normal people would be awake.

I sighed and glanced around the room to distract myself. Sunlight filtered through the half–drawn curtains, casting long streaks across the floor and highlighting the neat stack of files on the table–documents about the auction, logistics for transporting Olivia’s car, and a few other company matters. Yet, despite everything else waiting for my attention, my mind was fixed on just one thing: Olivia.

Just as I was about to hang up and try again later, the call finally connected. A raspy, half–asleep voice drifted through the speaker.

“Hey, what up,” Julian mumbled.

Relief washed over me, but annoyance quickly followed. “This is the fifth time I’ve tried calling you! How are you still asleep at this time?” I asked, trying not to sound too irritated.

“Look, you of all people know how late I sleep in,” he replied, his voice carrying that lazy calm he always seemed to have. “It’s not like I’m working for someone, so why should I wake up early?”

I paused, pinching the bridge of my nose. “That’s not my point,” I said, trying to steer us back to what mattered. “But let’s forget that for now. Let’s talk about why I really called.”

“Okay, and which is?” Julian asked, still sounding like he might doze off any

second.

“It’s about Olivia.”

There was a short silence on the other end. Then Julian spoke, a bit more alert now. “Isn’t she with you?”

“Yeah, she is,” I replied, lowering my voice slightly as if someone might overhear me–even though I was alone. “And that’s exactly why I’m calling. You know how I feel about her, Julian. I’ve been trying to show her, but… I don’t know, she just seems a little distant every time I try.”

I stopped pacing, standing by the window and staring down at the quiet street below. Cars moved lazily, and a few pedestrians strolled by, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in my head.

“Okay, so why are you telling me this?” Julian asked, his voice carrying genuine confusion.

“Because you’re her brother,” I said quickly, my words tumbling out. “I know you two only discovered that about five years ago, but even before then, you were close with her. You understand her better than anyone else I know. I need some tips, Julian. I want to do this right.”

“What kind of tips are you talking about?” he asked, sounding slightly amused now.

he was still

feel like

“Well, for starters… a way to get her attention,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “When I first met her, she was pregnant, and k healing from what happened before. But it’s been five years since then, Julian. I think she’s had enough time to heal… or at least, I hop nothing should hold me back anymore. She just won big at the auction, and I thought maybe I should get her flowers? Or something to show I’m thinking of her.”

There was another pause. I could almost hear Julian trying to process everything.

“Flowers, huh,” he repeated slowly, as if testing the idea in his head.

“Yeah,” I continued, my voice a bit more hopeful now. “But not just ordinary ones. Maybe something thoughtful, like her favorite flowers… though I’m embarrassed to say I’m not even sure what those are.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. It felt strange, admitting out loud that despite being around her all this time, there were still details about her I didn 1 know. Details I wanted to know.

“I see, that’s a bold step given the woman she has become today. Anyway, I’m not really sure which flowers she likes, or if she even likes those but I can assure you of one thing–she likes boat rides. And I’m not talking about a yacht, I mean using a canoe with paddles, Julian said, his voice steady and calm despite the early hour.

I raised an eyebrow, the idea settling into my mind, but still sounding foreign. “And where am I supposed to find a canoe?” I asked, half amused and half

“It’s strange, though,” I added after a moment of silence. “That someone like her would be interested in something so simple. I mean, she has her own yacht.”

Julian chuckled softly through the call. “That’s just Olivia for you. Sometimes the simplest things speak to her heart more than all the grand luxuries she

His words stuck with me for a second. Even after five years, there were still parts of Olivia that surprised me. And somehow, that made me want to know

“Well,” I said, feeling a sudden burst of motivation, “I don’t mind going on a little lake adventure with her. In fact, I’m going to do that this morning.”

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