The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 21: Missing Shanty

“Evan, tomorrow, we can strike another deal,” Mr. Romanov suggested. “It’s good that you decided to visit. At least you can see how serious I am being a client in the many years to come.

Mr. Romanov had taken Evan for a tour, driving from one showroom to another. “I expect over a hundred shipments to happen next year, so we can agree on a fair price where we both will be happy.”

Evan laughed. He replied, “Yes, that we should do.”

They were talking while walking around Mr. Romanov’s enormous car showroom when a woman with dark brown hair approached them. She was tall, slender, and had an elegant face, with chocolate brown eyes.

“Ah, Alina,” Mr. Romanov called, “Come meet Mr. Thompson.”

“Mr. Thompson, since you have already divorced, it would be good to meet other women then, “Mr. Romanov said. “Alina is one of our primary models for the

“I’m not interested in seeing anyone, Mr. Romanov,” Evan quickly interrupted.

“Oh, come on.” Mr. Romanov pointed at the girl, saying, “Isn’t she gorgeous?”

Evan glanced at the girl and saw her smiling his way. He studied her clothes and disapproved of how revealing it was. He returned his attention to Mr. Romanov, saying, “I prefer a conservative one.”

It had been a few days since Evan was in Russia. The trip was primarily for business, but he also used the time to think things through, especially about Shantelle.

Now and then, Mr. Romanov would introduce him to a woman, whether an employee or an acquaintance, but he found himself comparing them to Shantelle.

“I don’t find her attractive at all.”

“I prefer on who can cook. My ex–wife used to prepare my meals.”

“I see, you are interested in fashion? My ex–wife is interested in biology.”

No matter how attractive or achieved the women seemed, Evan could not bring himself to like any of them. It was as if they could not compare to his ex–wife!

On another occasion, Mr. Romanov invited Evan to dinner with his family. He met his son, who, after dinner, required help with his homework.

Evan and Mr. Romanov were drinking coffee when the boy walked in. “Dad, Mom, doesn’t know this, and I was sick last week, so I missed the lesson. It’s biology!”

nanny?” Mr. Romanov said. “I have a guest,

know this,”

to help his son, but having missed school for a long time, all he

the table. He offered, “Let me try. What’s

molecules,” said the

acids,” Evan suggested. “Let me see how

body’s tissues, allow metabolic reactions, and

notes, Mr. Romanov nodded approvingly. After the boy was done, he smiled and thanked

know you were very keen on biology,”

paused. Then, he added, “She always incorporated biology into our daily life. She was stern with my diet and reminded me of how each body molecule works. Every

“She

marry early,” Evan added. Evan remembered when Shantelle would talk about photosynthesis as she directed where the plants around the garden should go. Back then, he felt it was unnecessary, but their villa wound up having a good amount of floral blooms that neighbors

a woman,” Mr. Romanov revealed. “No wonder you are still so hung

back. He said inwardly, ‘Me? Hung–up on Shanty?‘ He had to admit that part of him wanted to

her,‘ he

woman, even with Nicole, whom he thought he liked in the past. He felt sorry for Nicole, but other than that, he never missed her or longed for her. Evan rarely dated in his college years. When he went

more determined to see Shantelle upon his return. He

When

gulped before adding, “Ask the florist to add

I thought Miss

day, Evan had an entire day of meeting with Mister Romanov

said, “Sir, the flower shop said there was no Shantelle Scott at the address

don’t have to. You have a lot on your plate with me being gone. They probably went to the wrong house. Ask them to send it again. I’ll

have the gown

a package to Paris. I want

enthusiasm, for he

but

there was no Shantelle Scott at the house, Sir. Maybe I should deliver

new bouquet by tomorrow. I’ll personally go to the Scotts and give Shantelle the flowers. Have it sent to the villa. It’s about time that I speak to Shantelle,”

and I’ll print them when I get home.” Evan knew he was thinking ahead. There was always that possibility that Shantelle would reject the trip to Paris, but he did not care. He had to try. Buying the tickets and reserving the rooms was his way of showing Shantelle his sincerity to spend

a nap. Just before shutting his