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?"

To where exactly? Who decided this for her? She

refuse, Adrian tugged at her arm, whining, "Yes, yes! Mom, your cooking is amazing,

pang in her chest,

Adrian. But as a mother, she had the duty and responsibility to fulfill her child's reasonable wishes. Sacrificing herself, however,

a polite, apologetic smile and turned to Jasper, who was sitting across the table, looking as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw,

aired in public, so she needed

his things and left, feeling as if he'd narrowly escaped a

booth secluded in a corner,

tug at Mila's arm, pestering her to agree

with hers, glancing at the smiling Giselle and the aloof Lysander gazing out

What a show.

to Adrian, she said, "Mom doesn't cook for

wounded. "Mom, you don't like