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?"

exactly? Who decided this for her?

Adrian tugged at her arm, whining, "Yes, yes! Mom,

her chest, barely

responsibility to fulfill her child's reasonable wishes.

who was sitting across the table, looking as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw, I'm

matters shouldn't be aired in public, so

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

their booth secluded in a corner, the

arm, pestering her to agree to

the smiling Giselle and the aloof Lysander gazing out the

What a show.

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

incredulous, instantly wounded. "Mom, you don't