Divorce Time

Chapter 242

York’s phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the comfortable silence between him and Dalton. After a quick glance at the screen, he sighed and slipped the phone back.

“Looks like I’ve got something to take care of,” York said, his tone apologetic. “I should head out. Want to come with?”

Dalton snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes sharpening with focus. “Nah, I’m waiting for someone. You go ahead. We’ll catch up another time.”

“Alright, see ya.”

York waved and strolled away, disappearing into the bustle of the street. Dalton watched him leave, then turned on his heel and made his way towards the coffee shop down the block.

As he pushed open the café door, he nearly collided with Vesta, who was guiding little Jasmine to the restroom.

They both stopped in their tracks.

“Oh, Mr. Ramirez? What a surprise!” Vesta exclaimed, her eyes widening in recognition.

“Yeah,” Dalton replied, letting the door swing shut behind him. His gaze swept the room until it landed on Thorne, who was deep in conversation with the barista at the counter.

Shifting his attention, Dalton’s eyes finally settled on Jasmine. Just one look, and he was nearly certain–Jasmine had to be Thorne’s daughter. The resemblance was striking.

he asked anyway, “And who

softly, her gaze dropping to Jasmine.

mused, feeling a tug of

handsome guy?” Jasmine piped up, looking up

and playfully tapped Jasmine on the nose, a gentle smile curling her

Jasmine replied, her curiosity satisfied for

turned back to Dalton. “So, Mr.

arm. “Ms. Hawkins, I really need to use the bathroom!”

sipping on a large iced tea earlier, and now the situation was becoming more pressing by the second.

to engage in more small talk, Jasmine, in her urgent state, didn’t hesitate

a furrowed brow. Jasmine seemed a bit demanding, but Vesta’s patience and warmth were unwavering as she reassured, “Alright, sweetie, I’m sorry. Let’s

back at Dalton. “I’ll be right back, see you in a

of something he couldn’t quite place. He offered, “I

“Sure, why not?”

still moving at a leisurely pace, she let go of her hand and

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