Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1927

“Yes.

I’ve forwarded them to your email; you can review them whenever you like,” Hilliard responded, nodding.

“Alright.

”

Jennifer’s spirits dipped, a shadow of frustration crossing her face.

Hilliard’s early departure meant he would be leaving without her.

By day, their roles were strictly professional-boss and secretary.

After hours, they were an engaged couple, albeit one not yet united by mutual feelings.

Jennifer had accepted the engagement, but she had not yet granted her forgiveness to Hilliard.

Hilliard had vowed to woo her for a year, not a day less, as a testament to his commitment.

If he faltered, it would prove he wasn’t the one for her.

Jennifer saw this period as a test of his earnestness.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Hilliard approaching her desk until he stood before her.

She cleared her mind and, feigning indifference, inquired, “Why the rush today? Where are you off to?”

Hilliard took a moment before he responded, choosing instead to position himself directly in front of Jennifer.

Leaning down slightly, his hands found the armrests of her chair as he met her gaze intently.

Feeling the intensity of his proximity, Jennifer’s heart raced.

She managed to maintain a semblance of composure and asked, “What’s going on? You haven’t answered my question.

”

With a smile, Hilliard queried, “Miss Turner, is this question from my boss or my fiancée?”

His tone remained cool, yet his demeanor had softened somewhat, betraying a more approachable side.

In recent times, Hilliard had devoted himself to understanding the subtleties of affection, becoming adept in matters of the heart.

Jennifer noticed the transformation; he seemed more charming than ever.

Meeting his gaze, she questioned, “How do these roles differ to you?”

“Indeed, there’s a distinction,” Hilliard mused, recalling the advice from the love manual.

He offered a sly grin.

“As your secretary, my post-work plans are my own.

However, as your fiancé, I owe you honesty about how I spend my time.

”

“You’re quite the smooth talker.

Where did you pick up such charm?

It seems you’ve become quite the flirt.

” Jennifer rolled her eyes at his smooth talk, though her face betrayed no irritation.

Ignoring her sarcasm, Hilliard pressed, “So, who’s inquiring? Miss Turner, or Jennifer?”

“In the office, before I approve your early departure, you’re my secretary.

Our interaction is professional,” Jennifer stated, her tone firm.

“A leader deserves honest answers, don’t you agree?”

Disappointment flickered in Hilliard’s eyes as he stood upright, his response grave.

“I don’t agree.

My personal life after hours is not for Miss Turner’s ears.

”Jennifer found herself at a loss for words.