THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 88

She asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

After all, these days, not many young people are into musicals anymore.

She was worried Gordon might not like them, either.

"I actually really like musicals," Gordon said, his voice soft and even.

"Really?" Caitlin looked at him, genuinely surprised.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"So, do you like Les Misérables?" Caitlin pressed, a hopeful note in her tone.

"I do. Quite a lot, actually."

"Then I'll put it on."

As soon as she finished speaking, the car filled with the sweeping, melodic strains of the musical.

Caitlin leaned back lazily in her seat, one hand resting naturally on her lap while her fingers tapped out the rhythm on her thigh.

Some people might find the drawn-out melodies and slow tempo a bit dull, but Caitlin loved it. She savored every moment, letting herself get lost in the music. When her favorite parts came on, she'd even hum along softly.

From the rearview mirror, Gordon could see her face—completely absorbed in the music, oblivious to everything else.

She didn't notice the pair of deep, thoughtful eyes watching her from the mirror.

Nor did she realize that the car had slowed down a little.

About twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of her building.

Caitlin opened the door and stepped out. "Thank you for giving me a ride home, Mr. Sylvester."

"You're welcome." Gordon's gaze flicked to the rearview mirror as he reminded her, "Miss Kensington, you forgot your boyfriend's clothes."

The color of the shirt inside the bag was clearly visible.

A gray polo.

Hideous, honestly.

What an ugly shirt.

"What boyfriend?" Caitlin looked genuinely confused.

Towering and long-limbed, Gordon easily reached back, grabbed the bag from the rear seat, and handed it to her. "This."

Caitlin laughed. "Oh, that's for my granddad."

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