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!”

your nanny?” Mr. Romanov

doesn’t know

missed school for a long time, all he could say was, “Try…

offered, “Let me try. What’s your

said the young

and nucleic acids,” Evan suggested. “Let me see how I can

your body’s tissues, allow metabolic

Valentin took notes, Mr. Romanov nodded approvingly. After the boy was done,

I did not know you

my wife – I mean, my ex–wife.” Evan 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 day was a new lesson

“She

pursued medicine if we did not 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,

are still so hung up on your ex–wife. Too bad you are

admit that part of him wanted to see her, and he definitely did not like how she cut all communications with

miss her,‘ he repeated

the past. He felt sorry for Nicole, but other than that, he never missed her or longed

this realization, Evan was more determined to see Shantelle upon his

back in Rose Hills. When James answered, he directed, “James, send a bouquet or roses to Shanty at

the florist to add an ‘I’m Sorry‘

stretched for seconds before James answered, “Oh, Sir. That’s good to hear. I thought Miss Shanty was lovely.

Romanov and his executives, but when he was done, he

other line, James said, “Sir, the flower shop said there was no Shantelle Scott

to. You have a lot on your plate with me being gone. They probably went to the wrong house. Ask them

the gown I ordered

week’s leave upon my return. Book me and Shanty a package to Paris. I want the best hotel, first–class

replied with enthusiasm, for

but

shop insisted that there was no Shantelle Scott at the house, Sir. Maybe

was on his way to the airport when James called. “It’s fine. Ask for a 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

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

boarded the aircraft. He settled in his seat in the first–class cabin and took a nap. Just before shutting his eyes, he thought only of Shantelle. He