The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 63

She quickly typed a reply: [Mr. Holt, thank you for your hard work!]

Just as she put her phone away and looked up, Lucy wasn't paying attention and walked straight into a solid "wall" of muscle.

The faint smell of alcohol mixed with a crisp, masculine scent instantly enveloped her senses.

"So—" She instinctively started to apologize, but the words halted abruptly in her throat. Her eyes met Kingsley's cold, handsome face.

"Walking without looking?" The man's voice was as cold as ice. His gaze swept over her light purple top and long skirt; evidently, she had changed her clothes.

Lucy rubbed her nose, which was stinging from the impact, and retorted, not wanting to show weakness, "Were you looking?"

With that, she took half a step back, stepped around him, and headed straight for the restroom.

Kingsley watched her retreating figure, took a few steps with his long legs, and stopped by the window.

He took out a cigarette case, lit one, and took a deep drag. Smoke slowly curled from his fingertips.

A moment later, Wyatt, who had drunk quite a bit of water, also came out to use the restroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Kingsley smoking in the corridor. He gave him a cursory glance before quickly looking away.

A few minutes later, he met Lucy coming out of the restroom and immediately warned her, "Lucy, your scumbag ex-husband is up ahead."

Lucy smiled faintly, her tone calm. "It's fine. I don't care about scumbags."

Wyatt glanced at her and immediately moved closer to declare his loyalty. "Exactly! He's not the only man in the world. For example, look at me—sunny, handsome, and most importantly, obedient and caring."

Kingsley stared at him coldly, radiating an intimidating pressure, and deepened his tone to warn him again. "Wyatt, the consequences are not something you can handle!"

With that, he turned and walked away.

After Kingsley left, Lucy tugged on Wyatt's arm and asked softly, "Are you getting close to Joyce because of me?"

Seeing Wyatt's expression change slightly, she knew the answer. She advised, "Wyatt, they pose no threat to me. They mean less than strangers. There's no need to provoke him for my sake."

"Lucy, I know what I'm doing!" Wyatt said, unconvinced. "I just want to gross them out."

Lucy shook her head gently, knowing how vindictive Kingsley could be. "Listen to me. They're nobodies. Not worth our time or energy."