Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 1132:

Kalel, a few years her senior, had abandoned academics early to join the family business, tagging along with Katherine and Shawn in their commercial ventures. By the time Sariah had entered high school, Kalel was comfortably navigating business seminars and social events with his parents. Sariah always thought Kalel was destined for the business world; his knack for it was apparent from a young age.

“Time for you to leave. I need to study.”

Kalel’s eyes briefly scanned the mountain of practice exams on her desk. “So, have you picked a university yet? Are you planning to study in another city?”noveldrama

“Obviously, I’m getting out of here,” Sariah responded, grabbing her pen. “Living at home, I can’t even go to a concert without being hauled back. No one can boss me around if I’m not here.”

“What’s stopping you from bringing your favorite singer here to perform just for you?”

“Do you really think I haven’t considered that?” Sariah’s face fell into a pout. “Dad threatened to lose his mind if I ever tried.”

Sariah knew better than to provoke her father, Bobby, given his fiery temper.

“Alright then.” Kalel stood, stretching. “Guess I’ll have to visit you in whatever new city you choose.”

“Really? Will you even find the time?” Sariah teased.

“Why wouldn’t I? Or maybe you’d rather I didn’t come?”

“That’s exactly it. I don’t want my college friends mistaking you for my boyfriend again.”

Kalel asked, “You think I’m embarrassing to be around?”

𝒢𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 → 𝓰aⳑ⧫𝗇𝗈⧫ν𝖊𝗅⧫𝘀⧫ⅽ⧫𝗈⧫𝗆

“No, not at all.”

“So, what’s stopping me from being your boyfriend then?”

“You can be, really. Just go now!”

Satisfied, Kalel made his way out. His driver was already by the car, waiting patiently.

“Mr. Watson, there’s no need for personal deliveries to Miss Kelly. Just instruct me next time. Your mother called about an hour ago; you’re likely in for a scolding when you return.”

“It’s fine.” Kalel settled into the car, casting one last look at the school building where Sariah was. As the car pulled away, he shifted his attention to his phone and began checking his emails.

Soon after, his friend, Percy Gomez, called him. “Kalel, did you really snag last year’s top scorer’s notes?”

“Where did you hear that?”

“Come on, it’s hardly a secret now. Consider yourself lucky no one’s come begging for those notes.” Percy laughed, then got straight to the point. “Could I buy them off you?”

“Why do you need SAT notes now? It’s been ages since we took that test.”

“I’m planning to gift them,” Percy explained. “I’ll pay you double what you paid.”

“No way.”

“How about triple?”

“Still no.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why pass up the chance to make some cash?”

“It’s already gone; you missed out.”

“Who’s the buyer?”

“I won’t disclose that,” Kalel said. “However, I’ve got one more copy left. Interested?”

“Definitely, what’s the price?”

“$50,800.”

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