After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

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.

had been waiting, several groups had already

doorman's contempt

can walk into. You'd better leave," he sneered as if her

said, "What's the difference between us? We're both just

his sense of superiority

face darkened, but

the sky had fully

the

to call Patrick, but realized it had

rubbed her hands together, her breath warming her fingers with each exhale. Two

her at the entrance and quickly hurried over. "Miss Young,

here waiting for me this whole

previous meeting ran over..

Come on,

de-are you

on, let's get

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doorman immediately lowered his head.

make a fuss, simply following Patrick