After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back by Riverflow

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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 temailing 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.

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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.

In the hour Aveline had been waiting, several groups had already gone inside.

Seeing her still there, the doorman's contempt was now barely concealed.

"Ma'am, this isn't the kind of place just anyone can walk into. You'd better leave," he sneered as if her presence

was somehow hurting their business.

Aveline looked up at him and said, "What's the difference between us? We're both just working."

Where did his sense of superiority cfrom?

For a moment, the doorman's face darkened, but he quickly turned away.

Another hour passed, and the sky had fully darkened.

Aveline was freezing, feeling the cold seeping into her bones.

She held her phone, intending to call Patrick, but realized it had already shut off. Her phone was frozen.

She rubbed her hands together, her breath warming her fingers with each exhale. Two and a half hours later, a

car pulled up in front of the restaurant.

Patrick, his stout figure emerging from the car, spotted her at the entrance and quickly hurried over. "Miss Young,

have you been

standing out here waiting forthis whole time? I'm so sorry! My

previous meeting ran over..

Con,

de-are you

con, let's get inside-

freezing?"

Patrick's face was full of concern and guilt.

He shot an irritated look at the doorman What's going on here? Making a guest wait outside? What if something

had happened? Could you take responsibility for that?"

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The doorman immediately lowered his head. "Yes, yes, my mistake."

Aveline didn't make a fuss, simply following Patrick inside.

The luxurious décor spoke of elegance at every corner, and a subtle scent of incense lingered in the air.

The moment she stepped in, the warmth enveloped her, instantly dispelling the cold. Only then did Aveline feel

herself slowly coming back to life.

Once inside a private room, Patrick summoned a waiter, smiling warmly at Aveline. "Miss Young, what do you like

to eat?"

Aveline smiled politely. "I'm fine with anything, Mr. Gunner. Whatever you choose is fine."

Patrick nodded. "Bring out all your signature dishes."

"Of course," the waiter replied, nodding before leaving the room.

As soon as the door closed, Patrick turned to her with genuine concern. "Miss Young, are you still cold?"

Aveline's fingers were still a bit

chilled, but she was gradually

warming up. She replied, "I'm alright, Mr. Gunner. | was wondering if you had any additional thoughts on the «

vineyard?"

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