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

know this,”

but having missed school for a

across the table. He offered,

said the young

Evan suggested. “Let me

tissues, allow metabolic reactions, and coordinate bodily functions. Which is why getting

Romanov nodded approvingly. After the boy was done, he

know you were very keen

always incorporated biology into our daily life. She was stern

“She

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

revealed. “No wonder you are still so hung up on your ex–wife. Too bad you are already

Shanty?‘ He had to admit that part of him wanted to see her, and he definitely did not like how she cut all communications with him.

he repeated in his

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

more determined to see Shantelle upon his return. He

ending his dinner with Mr. Romanov, Evan called his assistant back in Rose Hills. When James

the florist to add an ‘I’m

before James answered, “Oh, Sir. That’s good to hear. I thought Miss Shanty was lovely. I’ll do that first thing in the

Evan had an entire day of meeting with Mister Romanov and his

James said, “Sir, the flower shop said there was no Shantelle Scott at the address I gave him. I’ll

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

and have the gown I ordered for Shanty delivered.” “Yes,

me and Shanty a package to Paris. I want the best hotel, first–class tickets, and

James replied with enthusiasm, for he wholeheartedly supported his boss‘

day came, but Evan received

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

the villa. It’s about time that I

the trip to Paris, but he did not care. He had

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