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

Daisy said, "I'll go with you."

Jolie didn't respond, simply turning and heading toward the restroom.

The restroom was spacious, and Jolie entered one of the stalls, locking the door behind her.

Daisy waited near the sinks, glancing at her watch. After five minutes, her brow furrowed. "Jolie?" she called out.

From inside, Jolie answered faintly, "My stomach hurts."

Daisy stepped closer to the stall. "Is it serious?"

"It shouldn't be," Jolie replied. "I'll be fine in a bit."

"Alright, I'll wait outside," Daisy said, though her expression showed growing impatience.

The restroom wasn't in the VIP lounge, so it was busier and less pristine than Daisy was used to. She stood with an air of distaste, her irritation evident in her posture.

"Excuse me, whose luggage is this? One of the bags seems to be damaged," an airport staff member said, approaching with a phone displaying a photo of the suitcase in question. Daisy glanced at the screen, her frown deepening. "It's mine. What happened to it?"

"I'm not sure," the staff member explained. "It suddenly came apart. Could you come check it out?"

Daisy hesitated, glancing back toward the restroom.

She felt uneasy leaving, but the damaged suitcase contained some valuable items. If something was missing, it might delay the flight.

find me,"

replied, her voice

exited

stall door opened,

announcement began broadcasting

straight toward

a short distance away, quickly

up a small bag that

dawning-those items weren't in

she looked up again, Jolie had already

at her daughter's retreating figure, a faint sense of unease creeping into her

to say goodbye. Was she

lost and unsettled, Daisy

from the airport lobby and slipped into a

deeply, pulling off her hat and running a hand through

the front seat, Aaron and Selena turned to look at

a

shook her hand and asked, "Any

went smoothly," Jolie replied,

her. "Where do you want to stay?

not sure yet," Jolie said thoughtfully. "But I'm definitely not staying at your place. I don't want to be a third

before offering,

from the curb