THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 466

“Then I’ll leave it to you, Aunt.”

“We’re family, Freya. There’s no need to be so formal.”

The next morning, Caitlin set out for Silverhaven.

Keira fussed over her granddaughter all the way to the car, repeating her warnings: be careful, don’t talk to strangers on the plane. If Caitlin hadn’t insisted otherwise, Keira would have sent four burly bodyguards to shadow her every move.

After about twenty minutes, the car pulled up outside the airport.

Caitlin grabbed her suitcase and turned to the driver. “Mr. Lewis, you can head back now. I’ll be fine on my own.”

Mr. Lewis hesitated, clearly uneasy. “But your grandmother told me several times to see you all the way to the gate.”

“That’s really not necessary.” Caitlin smiled. “Just tell her you dropped me off at the gate. That’s all she needs to hear.”

Unable to persuade her, Mr. Lewis finally relented and nodded. “Safe travels, little miss. I’ll head back now.”

“Take care.”

Only after Mr. Lewis disappeared into the crowd did Gordon step out of hiding, grinning and waving at Caitlin. “Hey, Catie.”

March still carried a lingering chill in the capital.

He must have come straight from work—his tailored suit beneath a long black coat, every step exuding an easy, magnetic confidence. Even among the crowd, he stood out effortlessly; today, he was especially irresistible. People kept glancing back as he passed.

Seeing him, Caitlin was genuinely surprised. “What are you doing here?”

If she remembered right, just last night he’d told her he was still away on business in the neighboring city.

“I’m here to see my girlfriend off, of course.” Gordon took her suitcase as if it was the most natural thing in the world, then laced his fingers through hers.

“I thought you said you were swamped lately?” Caitlin tilted her head, looking up at him.

Gordon was six foot three.

At just over five-seven, Caitlin’s head barely reached his ear.

The height difference between them was, admittedly, kind of adorable.

“I am busy,” he said, glancing sideways at her with a rare sincerity. “Busy thinking about you. Every single day.”

Caitlin burst out laughing. “I never thought the infamous Mr. Ninth could come up with such cheesy lines!”

The man beside her was nothing like the Gordon she’d once known—reserved, distant, always out of reach. She never would have imagined he could say something like that.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

Lately, Gordon had been reading all sorts of so-called “classics,” picking up more than a few tricks along the way.

He was about to say something else when suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the crowd.

“Uncle Gordon!”

At once, Caitlin released Gordon’s hand, putting a safe distance between them.

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