Chapter 700

The caller ID showed a woman's name—Gloria. The sight of it made Giselle's breath catch. That name was the very one Anne had used during her years studying abroad. Chris must have seen her reaction in the rearview mirror. His expression tightened, a flicker of something unnatural crossing his face. One hand stayed on the wheel while the other immediately declined the call. "Who was that? Why didn't you answer?" Giselle asked. After a few seconds of silence, he said flatly, "My girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend." "Your ex?" she repeated. "Her name is Gloria? Is she a foreigner or Valantian?" "Valantian." "Oh." Her heartbeat stuttered for a moment. She tried to sound casual but couldn't help asking, "What does she do? Have you really broken up?" Chris stiffened. The question seemed difficult for him to answer, as though the truth lodged somewhere he didn't want to be touched. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it," Giselle said. "I was only asking." It was, after all, just a na