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!”

Mr. Romanov said. “I have

know this,” Valentin

son, but having missed school for a long time, all he could say was, “Try… the

laughed from across the table. He offered, “Let me try.

molecules,” said the

Evan suggested. “Let me see how I can

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

the boy was done, he smiled and thanked Evan. Then, he left to put his

did not know you were very keen on biology,” Mr. Romanov

biology into our daily life. She was stern with my diet and reminded me of how each

“She

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, but their villa wound up having a good amount of floral

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

part of him wanted to see her, and he definitely did not like how she cut all communications with him. ‘I guess… I miss

miss her,‘ he

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 out with a girl, it was only for a simple dinner. He never asked for a

to see Shantelle upon his return. He

with Mr. Romanov, Evan called his assistant back in Rose Hills. When James answered, he directed, “James, send a bouquet or roses

gulped before adding, “Ask the florist to

“Oh, Sir. That’s good to hear. I thought Miss Shanty was lovely. I’ll do that

Evan had an entire day of meeting with Mister Romanov and his executives, but when he was done, he immediately

there was no Shantelle Scott at the address I gave him.

plate with me being gone. They probably went to the wrong house. Ask them to send it again. I’ll be preparing

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

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

replied with enthusiasm, for he

came, but

Shantelle Scott at the house, Sir.

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,” Evan instructed. “And the gown?” “Sarah Kate will deliver the gown today,

the booking details, 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

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