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

was about to refuse, Adrian tugged at her arm, whining, "Yes, yes! Mom, your cooking is amazing, and I want some

in her chest,

and responsibility to

as if he wished he could disappear. "Mr. Shaw, I'm terribly sorry. I have a situation to handle.

public, so she

gathered his things and left,

and their booth secluded in a

continued to tug at Mila's arm, pestering

Adrian's hand with hers, glancing at the smiling Giselle and the aloof Lysander gazing out the window. Internally, she couldn't help but scoff at the charade unfolding before

What a show.

"Mom doesn't cook for people she doesn't

instantly wounded. "Mom, you