After having lunch, Iris went downtown upon receiving a call from a prospective client. They had agreed to meet at Pizzas and Pie to discuss business. To her surprise, Oliver Harrison was there, sitting impatiently in a corner.
Frowning, Iris sat at the furthest table, unwilling to waste a second of her precious time.
Just when she settled in her seat, her phone started to ring. When she picked up the call, she realized that her ex-husband was already standing right in front of her, holding up his gadget suggestively.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Oliver spoke, flashing his boyish smile.
Unlike the previous night, Oliver had stripped off the arrogant look on his face. His wavy chestnut hair freely moved according to his every movement, giving off a friendlier vibe. In his black butto
