The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

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Chapter 96: Just Rejoiced

Jackson’s POV

“I have been telling you to stop doing this, Elisa. You’re saying that I owe you one dinner just because of the arrangement I did back then,” I sighed, touching my nostrils, “Can you please understand that I am busy?”

I looked up at her who had been waiting from morning till night. I never told her to wait for me so long, if ever, I countlessly demanded that she leave my office as soon as she heard my refusal, but she insisted. And now she’s complaining that I pay her no mind. Is she kidding me?

“Elisa, you’re old enough to understand that I am busy with my work.”

“But didn’t you have time when it comes to Airina?” she questioned which instantly stiffened me. “Your time is only allotted for Airina, but you give me cold shoulders each day? Have I done something wrong to you? Not only do you dismiss me away, but you don’t even give me a look.” She huffed, frowning at me in displeasure.

In return, I set my pen on the table and tilted my head at her. From the very beginning, she was resilient and acted like she could wait for me. However, when things don’t go her way, she blame others.

“Your parents must have spoiled you a lot, right?” I scoffed and intertwined my hands while my brain racked thinking what to add. “You are their daughter and though that our parents are in a talk of our engagement, I don’t think you have the right to shout at me. More so, to find fault at Airina.”

“I knew before our engagement that you and she were once a married couple. But as I don’t want to disrespect, I feigned ignorance and even pretended I was innocent, haah.”

I rose from my seat, putting my coat on my back.

“After this dinner, I owe you nothing at all.”

What I hate to see is her crying face just because I refused to have dinner with her. It was better that I pay all the ‘debt’ I have rather than prolonging it. I didn’t like it when she tried to sit on the passenger seat, so I deliberately locked it and told her to sit on the back. That seat is exclusively for Airina only. No one will ever sit on that seat.

“Were you not going to ask me where I heard this information?” I heard her cautious tone of voice. I sighed, and responded with a calm demeanor, “Only a few trusted people are aware. Hence I am sure the person who disclosed this to you trusts that you won’t reveal it to others. Otherwise, your father and I might get into a little fight.”

“You know, back then, I was helping Airina to get back at you. She truly hates you that she even agreed that I will take photos of you with this woman, while she makes sure that you will only look at me,” she suddenly paused, releasing a laugh, “But in the end, that offer originally from me shamed me.”

So, that day when Airina showed me pictures with Nicole was her? Believe me, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked, but I have another question as to how Airina captured me and Nicole hugging each other when Elisa just returned a few days back.

I didn’t drive long when we reached our destination. It was one of the well-known restaurants only for wealthy families considering that their prices were too much for an ordinary person to handle.

We took a seat together but when I lifted my head, I coincidentally met eyes with Daniel, who glared at me.

He was eating with someone, and it was a woman.

I thought she was his girlfriend not until I recognized the owner of the back, especially when her hand grabbed Daniel’s who was about to approach me.

My eyes fluctuated and my heart rejoiced. I felt like it had been an eternity since I last saw Airina.

Intentionally, I stood up with the motive of facing and talking to her. But I widened my eyes when Airina smiled at Daniel, including a soft laugh.

“… Jackson? Are you going to the toilet? Why are you standing and looking at someone? Oh, there’s no one, though.”

I frowned, staring at the plate Airina used to eat. Slumping on the chair with a confused expression, I loudly inhaled, attempting to calm my thumping heart. I can’t discern if I was happy, sad, or angry that I saw her with another man. I can’t really define what I am feeling right now.

“… What a fool.”

“What about this, Jackson? I want to take a taste of these new inventions of their food…”

“Order silently, Elisa. You’re hurting my ears.”

“… Oh.”