The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back! by H. Dally

Chapter 129

“Alden was here?” Thalassa asked, her brows raised. “When?”

“Just a few minutes ago. I saw him stepping out of the elevator,” Clark replied, fixing his gaze on Luisa. “Did he come to see you?”

Luisa resisted the urge to snap at him, to tell him it was none of his business, but she bit her tongue and held back her retort.

Thalassa smiled, her eyes lighting up as she turned to Luisa. “Did he finally ask you out? Are you two together now?”

Both of them were staring at her expectantly, but Clark’s gaze was much more intent on her, making Luísa feel

uneasy.

“Yes,” she lied, feeling trapped.

She couldn’t give any other answer, especially with Clark watching her so closely. If she denied it, it would mean having to explain what Alden actually came to do.

Thalassa beamed. “That’s great! I’m happy for you, Sis.”

“Thanks,” Luisa replied, forcing a smile. “Thalassa, I need to talk to you-”

Clark cut her off with a smooth chuckle. “You said you had something to discuss with Thalassa, but we’re kind of running late for lunch.”

stepped closer to Luisa, her smile fading into concern. “You sounded

that they needed to speak privately. But when her eyes met Clark’s, she froze. He still had a smile on his face, but now she could

heart raced. “Yes, it’s about the company,” she lied again, her voice faltering slightly. She couldn’t risk Clark getting suspicious now. She’d talk to Thalassa

it urgent, or can

Luisa? That way you and Thalassa could talk about it. I wouldn’t mind. I

he was trying to see whether she was really telling the

you say,

smile. “Sure,

gesturing toward the elevator. “Shall we?”

the ride down and the drive to he restaurant. Clark cracked joke after joke something she’d once liked so much about him, but now it

seated with Thalassa beside Clark and Luisa directly across from him. A waitress

said, nodding

+25 BONUS

have the Italian chopped salad and a glass of lemonade No dessert,”

but I’m starving today.” He laughed, and Thalassa smiled, but Luisa barely heard

thinking about how she hadn’t seen through Clark’s fakeness before.

his voice pulling her back to the present. “What about you, Luisa?

Thalassa

sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ll have

“Two salads and a Scotch steak. Three lemonades.”