The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 164

He leaned back in the rear seat, his fingers subconsciously rubbing his knee, and said in a low voice, "Xavier, check if they are dating."

The image of Jules draping his coat over Lucy and the two leaving side-by-side replayed in his mind on a loop, stinging his eyes.

Xavier naturally knew who "they" referred to and immediately turned back to respond, "Yes, sir."

But just as the words left his mouth, Kingsley remembered Lucy saying, "I can create my own happiness." His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and he added, "Never mind. Don't check."

Although confused, Xavier responded with an "Okay," then actively added, "Mr. Sherwood, before you came out, I saw Miss Lynwood and Mr. Holt. There was no intimate behavior between them; it didn't look like they were dating."

Kingsley looked up sharply, a hidden tension in his tone. "She didn't wear his coat? He didn't put his arm around her?"

Xavier thought back carefully. "Miss Lynwood did have a jacket draped over her, but Mr. Holt didn't have his arm around her. They were walking separately."

"Did they get into the same car?" The voice from the back seat deepened again.

"Yes." Xavier nodded.

Kingsley stared at his fingertips, whispering, "She lied to me?"

It sounded uncertain, as if he were asking Xavier, yet also arguing with himself. Xavier couldn't gauge his thoughts, so he remained silent.

After a moment, Kingsley looked down at his phone. The screen was clean—not a single unread message. He suddenly curled his lips in a self-deprecating smirk. The old lady wasn't taking his bait at all.

Tapping his fingers rhythmically on his thigh, he asked, "Grandmother didn't call?"

"If you're trying to crawl back to your ex, clear up the mess around you first," Winston softened his tone slightly. "Mom's attitude doesn't matter, and Grandma has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. As for me, I just want you and your brother to be happy."

Kingsley tapped his finger lightly on the armrest. "Well. What about you? Planning to drag this out forever?"

On the other end of the line, sitting at his desk, Winston's thick brows furrowed instantly. "My business is none of your concern! just stop acting like a fool yourself."

"Get a divorce," Kingsley said flatly. "There's no shame in it."

Winston didn't respond, simply saying deeply, "Hanging up."

The busy signal beeped in the receiver. Kingsley's expression remained unchanged. He slid his fingers quickly across the screen and typed a message: [If you want a divorce, just say the word. I'll have the lawyers draft the agreement for you.]