Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 29

The phone rang only for a moment before a voice answered on the other end.

"Miss Lillian."

Roland's voice came through, warm and smiling like a gentle stream, momentarily catching Mila off guard.

She quickly regained her composure, greeted him politely, and got straight to the point.

"Sir, about your invitation-I'm a bit confused."

Mila paused for a couple of seconds, then tactfully declined, "I thought our collaboration ended once the dress was delivered."

Knowing he was the eldest from the Lockwood family made her even more reluctant to engage further.

Whether it was the unsettling scent of blood she once noticed on him or his notoriously reckless younger brother, Mila preferred to keep her distance. The whole family seemed to have issues.

A soft chuckle came from the other end, clearly catching the meaning behind her words.

"Ms. Sutherland."

her by her real name this time, his tone still light as he continued, "I'm delighted with your dress. This is just a family gathering, a gesture of thanks. Could you

was being direct

but there was an undeniable firmness in his

that, in some ways, the Lockwood brothers were quite similar- equally assertive. However, the

found it hard to refuse. But

a dress. A family gathering is such a personal event, isn't it a bit inappropriate for an outsider like me

secret, never publicly announced. The world knew Lysander was married, but his wife's identity was a mystery. Only close friends within the Montgomery family circle were aware, as Lysander rarely brought her to social events, making her a stranger

the Montgomerys and the Lockwoods were on good terms, Mila had no direct dealings with the Lockwoods, especially since Ryan, the younger

for many years, and this was their first interaction. She assumed he knew nothing

name, indicating he had looked into her, even though the invitation was addressed to her

he was inviting her personally, not as Lysander's wife, which made it all the

this client once and had no other connection, let alone any friendship. An ordinary party invite was one thing, but a

calm and

about me

her artistic talents, but her instincts told her Roland's

was a bit unsatisfactory, Roland chuckled softly and added, "Ms. Sutherland, you'll understand more when