The CEO's Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor novel Chapter 10

When morning came, Evan woke up to find Shantelle dressed in one of her clothes. She had not brought home all of her dresses. Those that he had given her in the past remained in their closet.

For a second, he studied her slender frame. He admitted she had a beautiful body.

"Do you want me to have Howard send all of your clothes?" Evan asked, referring to the Thompson's family driver. He sat up, showing off his well-defined chest.

Shantelle had just zipped up her dress. She did not turn to Evan when she answered, "I won't need them."

Shaking his head, he said, "Shanty. Don't be like this -"

"I won't need them," she repeated firmly, finally looking at him. "I better go, Evan. My parents are waiting for me -"

"I'll take you," Evan offered.

"No." Shantelle pursed her lips and suggested. "It's not a good idea. I can take a cab."

Evan furrowed his brows. He suggested, "If you don't want me, then I can have Howard -"

"No, I can take a cab," she repeated.

"Okay. If you insist," Evan responded with a pained expression. He observed as Shantelle was about to leave, then he recalled something important. He cleared his throat and reminded, "Shanty, you are still taking contraceptives, right? Last night, I -"

He raked his fingers through his hair, saying, "Given our situation, it would be best that you do not get pregnant. We are no longer... husband and wife."

"Right," she answered promptly. "I know that. Don't worry. I took my pills."

She lied. Shantelle had been so occupied these days that she forgot to take her pills. It wasn't a problem, though. She meant to take the emergency pill.

Unlike last night, Evan noticed her indifference. It made him uncomfortable that he brought up her special day. He said, "Shanty, it's your birthday in two months. Do you want to go somewhere? I remember you always wanted to go to Paris. I can take you there."

Instantly, Shantelle stiffened in her stance. Evan quickly noticed how her breathing became labored. Eventually, she answered, "Wow. that would be nice, Evan, but I don't know yet of my plans."

Shantelle turned to Evan. She forced a smile and said, "Thanks anyway, Evan."

"Of course," Evan said. "I'll visit you when I can. Thank you again, Shant, for signing the divorce agreement. I'll send you the alimony -"

"I don't need the alimony. I marked it out, remember?" She said. "I sent you that text, remember?"

"About that message. I never received any. What else did you say in your message?" He asked with a brow raised.

Shaking her head, Shantelle dismissed it. She replied, "It's not important. Don't send me any money."

"Take care of yourself. I hope you'll be happy with Nicole. Goodbye, Evan," She added, forcing a smile.

Evan did not trouble correcting her understanding of his relationship with Nicole. He was more bothered by how Shantelle's goodbye gave him a sense of emptiness. "Shanty-"

"Goodbye," She said again before dashing to the stairs, her feet heavy against the floor.

"Shant?!" Evan could not fathom the uneasiness of his chest. It was with the way Shantelle said it and the way she looked into his eyes that he felt there was more to her words.

He quickly changed into his pajamas and chased after Shantelle. "Shanty! Shant!"

When he made out of the villa's gate, Shantelle had already taken a taxi.

Evan groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He rushed back inside and grabbed his phone, hoping to call Shantelle. Then, he realized he did not have her new number.