Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 397

Sure enough, Beasley was already sitting in the living room, waiting for her.

She walked toward him with elegant strides, the click of her heels echoing through the dead-silent house.

They were completely alone, a setup that naturally left room for imagination.

Approaching him with a warm smile, she said softly, "I'm here, Beasley."

He gestured casually to the sofa across from him. "Have a seat."

Though she wanted to sit right beside him, she didn't rush it. There would be plenty of opportunities for that later.

Following his cue, she took a seat opposite him.

They sat face to face, separated only by a coffee table.

Beasley didn't say another word. He just stared at her.

His gaze was so intensely calm that it started to unnerve her. No amount of acting skills could cover her growing discomfort.

She forced a half-joking tone. "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?"

"I'm just wondering how long you're going to keep up this act," he replied. His voice was quiet, but the words cut like ice.

Rosamund froze.

Was she hearing things, or did he actually say that?

"What did you just say?" she asked cautiously, her heart pounding.

"Keep playing dumb." Beasley smirked, but there was no warmth in it—only a freezing contempt.

She hadn't misheard him.

But why?

Why would he say something like that?

Did he know something?

Inside, her heart raced, but she kept her composure. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she lied smoothly.

"You called me over because you wanted to talk about something, didn't you?"

"Did you find a script for me or something?"

She tried to flip the script, changing the subject to clear the heavy tension in the room.

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