THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 535

In Skyler’s eyes, Gordon would sooner survive an asteroid colliding with Earth than ever fall in love.

Sweet talk? Out of the question.

“Who says it’s impossible?” Alaina interjected. “Your uncle is human, too. He has feelings and desires like everyone else.”

Feelings and desires? Sure, regular people have those.

But someone as cold as Gordon? That was hard to imagine.

Skyler looked over at her mother. “Mom, you don’t get it. Uncle isn’t just aloof—he’s practically otherworldly. Even if Mars crashed into Earth, he still wouldn’t bother with romance, let alone sweet talk.”

After graduating college, Skyler had started working under Gordon’s wing, learning the ropes. It had been over four years now. She’d gone from a clueless undergrad to a capable executive, and thanks to all the time spent at Gordon’s side, she knew him better than most.

Gordon was a man of strict principles.

Take his stance on marriage, for example. He’d declared himself a lifelong bachelor, and in all his thirty years, he hadn’t dated a single soul.

Dating? Please. He didn’t even have the faintest hint of a flirtation.

Skyler still remembered the time Gordon had hired a new assistant—a fresh grad from the Ivy League. The girl was undeniably attractive, with the kind of looks that would set social media on fire: a perfect figure, curves in all the right places. Maybe it was her impressive degree, maybe her confidence, or maybe too many romance novels had convinced her that pretty assistants always get the boss.

Whatever the reason, by her third day on the job, she was already trying her luck with Gordon.

Skyler had been discussing a property deal with him when the girl came in with some documents. She was dressed to kill—a white blouse so tight it looked painted on, a fitted pencil skirt, and black tights that left little to the imagination.

Beatrice immediately clasped her hands together in an impromptu prayer. “Dear Lord, have mercy! If our Sweetie really does end up with Caitlin, I’ll give him his own special page in the Sylvester family history book. Please, God, make it happen!”

She closed her eyes, as sincere as could be.

This was Caitlin, after all—her dream daughter-in-law!

“Sweetie? Did you just say ‘Sweetie’?” Skyler suddenly perked up, as if she’d stumbled upon some great secret. “Grandma, is that Uncle’s nickname?”

“That’s right,” Beatrice nodded.

Skyler could hardly believe it. Her cold, untouchable uncle—nicknamed Sweetie? The contrast was almost too adorable to handle.