After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

She glared at her phone, gritting her teeth, cursing, "Damn capitalist!"

Aveline sent the initial draft to Patrick.

Less than an hour later, she received a response-it wasn't the feel he wanted.

Her brows furrowed, and she spent a long time emailing back and forth with Patrick, but they still couldn't reach an agreement.

Frustrated, she decided to meet him in person.

Patrick readily agreed, and they arranged to meet at a newly opened restaurant in Cloudflare City.

By evening, Aveline arrived at the restaurant's entrance, only to be stopped by the doorman.

"Sorry, ma'am, no entry without a reservation," he said, a polite smile on his face, but his eyes held a hint of disdain.

Aveline was dressed simply a knit sweater, jeans, and a versatile overcoat. Her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and she wore no makeup except for a touch of lip gloss, the only color on her.

With Christmas approaching, the weather was getting colder, and Aveline could feel the biting chill of the wind as she stood by the door.

She pulled out her phone and tried calling Patrick, but his line was busy.

Frustrated, she had no choice but to wait at the entrance.

Although the restaurant had just opened, business seemed good.

the hour Aveline had been waiting,

the doorman's

just anyone can walk into. You'd better leave," he sneered as if her presence was somehow hurting their

said, "What's the difference between us?

sense of superiority

moment, the doorman's face darkened, but he quickly turned

and the

the cold

realized it had already shut off. Her phone

hands together, her breath warming her fingers with each exhale. Two and a half hours later, a car pulled up

his stout figure emerging from the car, spotted her at

for me this

previous meeting ran over..

Come on,

de-are you

let's get

freezing?"

face was full

irritated look at the doorman What's going on here? Making a guest wait outside? What if something had happened? Could

en

immediately lowered his