The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 42: White Roses “So how did it go, Milady?” Matthew swirled around, facing Airina who was folding her arms. Her intention was simple – confront this stupid man for revealing her privacy to Elisa, and finally about arranging that stupid date with Jackson that she was forced to attend to. Since she didn’t have the heart to leave that man hoping.

Seeing that Matthew felt no remorse, Airina gave up. She pulled the chair placed before the wall and then sat on it.

Matthew clicked his tongue in a cool manner, lifting his brow teasingly. “You see, Jackson is sincere about you. I don’t know about the past, but that man had changed sincerely for you.”

Airina touched her head, “And you see that Elisa likes Jackson. Why didn’t you shut that mouth of yours?”

Matthew smirked, “I didn’t want to, but she was particularly into Jackson,” he stood up, grabbing the teapot, and pouring Jasmine tea for her, “Good for health, have a taste. Elisa deliberately asked what your relationship with Jackson was.”

“You shouldn’t have said we were once married.”

“But it’d be a lie if I don’t.”

Airina took a sip of the Jasmine tea, nodding her head in helplessness. “Whatever that is, since Elisa knew now, it seemed that she had lost interest in Jackson.”

He pointed at her, “More like she gave up trying to win him. She even said the sort of that he owes her one last meetup. She mentioned you were in that situation, too?”

Airina remembered that before they went golfing, Elisa cutely begged Jackson for their meetup. It seemed that instead of Matthew, Jackson should have been the one to show up before she returned to her country.

“I know that. She’s telling the truth. I guess she’s heartbroken that Jackson doesn’t seem attracted to her.”

“Of course, since he’s busy with you.”

Airina lightly slammed the desk, “I am permitting you to clarify so tell me if you were the one who notified Jackson that I was sick. Didn’t you?”

Matthew halted in his tracks, about to take another sip of his tea. In hesitation, he set the teacup on the small plate.

“He forced me.”

“You are a CEO,” Airina scoffed, “Don’t tell me you got scared because he threatened you?”

Matthew smirked, “Depends on the benefits.”

Airina sighed heavily, surrendering to Matthew’s wave of thoughts. She nodded using her chin, “The tea tastes good but you… you need to wake up. Go forward and make advances towards Elisa.”

Matthew shook his head, “I’ll handle that on my own.”

“So don’t meddle in my affairs, too,” Airina remarked without hesitation. They tacitly smiled at each other then she waved her hand, grabbing her pouch.

*

“Madame, are you still sick?”

Airina shook her head at Jena, who wanted to put her hand on her forehead and check her temperature. She assured with a faint, warm smile.

“I am fine.”

“You need to take care of yourself, Madame. Besides, as far as I am concerned, you’re not required to work. Hence please don’t work your body without breath.”

Airina giggled, tapping Jena’s shoulder in assurance. “I will, I won’t make you worry.”

The driver bowed his head, saying. “Madame, the car you gave me previously is now working well. I can use it to take my kids to school every day. Thank you for your kindness.”

She nodded her head. “Aiya, don’t thank me yet. We still have a lot of years to be together.”

“True, true.”

While engrossed in their own world, someone spoke.

“Excuse me,” Airina turned to a young guy behind her, “Are you Miss Airina H. Beverly?”

The guy seemed to be on his way to go to a University, but he was carrying a bouquet of white roses in his hand. Although bewildered as to why he called her, she didn’t have time to ask who he was when he extended the flowers to her hand and bowed right after.

“Eh, Young Man. Hey!” Airina shouted yet the man merely smiled, pointing to the other lane. She followed his hand, tilting her head upon seeing Jackson, who was boldly waving his hand at her.

In a dash, Airina opened her car and ordered Jena and the driver to go inside.

As they went on their way, Jena pursed her lip coyly after settling inside, “Madame… he… Sir Georgiñia is…”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!”

She shut her mouth with a giggly expression, glancing at the driver who nodded his head in comprehension. On the contrary, Airina frowned at the sight of the flowers. Jackson even had the nerve to show up, blatantly showing off that he was pursuing her.

She clicked her tongue, putting it onto the passenger’s seat, and huffed.

She mumbled under her breath, “I can easily buy myself flowers.”

“Madame…”

“What?” Airina asked with aggravation.

Jena pointed at the back, “Sir… Georgiñia seemed to be following us.”

“What?!”