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

arm, whining, "Yes, yes! Mom,

felt a pang in her chest, barely keeping her smile

as a mother, she had the duty and responsibility to fulfill

the table, looking as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw,

aired in public, so she

reprieve, hurriedly gathered his things and left, feeling as if he'd

their booth secluded in a corner,

to tug at Mila's arm, pestering her to

the aloof Lysander gazing out the window. Internally, she couldn't help but scoff at

What a show.

said, "Mom doesn't cook

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