Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 19

"Sis?" The term hung awkwardly in the air.

Technically, it wasn't entirely wrong. Giselle and Lysander were the same age, while Mila was a year younger. Back in college, Lysander was a year ahead of

her.

But did that justify such a casual term of endearment between her and Giselle?

Mila ignored Giselle's outstretched hand, having nothing to say to the group in front of her.

"I'm still working, make yourselves comfortable," she remarked, her tone clearly dismissive.

Giselle, unfazed, didn't retract her hand. Instead, she casually shifted her gaze and affectionately tousled Adrian's hair. "It's been a few years since we last met. I heard from Adrian you make excellent Southern cuisine. I love it too, and I've been meaning to visit."

Turning to Lysander with a gentle smile, she added, "Lysander agreed as well. Looks like today might be the perfect time. Why don't we head back together after you're done?"

decided this for

whining, "Yes, yes! Mom, your cooking is amazing, and I want some

her chest, barely keeping her

and responsibility to fulfill her child's

breath, she maintained a polite, apologetic smile and turned to Jasper, who was sitting across the table, looking as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw, I'm terribly sorry. I have a situation to handle. Please,

aired in public, so she

sensing a reprieve, hurriedly gathered his things and left, feeling

secluded in a corner, the group sat

at Mila's arm, pestering

Giselle and the aloof Lysander gazing out the window. Internally, she couldn't

What a show.

"Mom doesn't cook for people she

wounded. "Mom, you don't like