Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 39

As Giselle stepped out of the car, a chorus of gasps rippled through the crowd. Her shimmering gold eyeshadow highlighted her captivating eyes, while her gown, a cascade of elegance in the evening light, trailed behind her with unmatched splendor. Together with Lysander, who stood beside her in a sophisticated black tuxedo, exuding a dangerous allure, they resembled a scene from a breathtaking painting.

Such opulence naturally drew admiration from onlookers.

Ryan, too, was entranced, his eyes glued to Giselle, unable to look away.

Giselle, with the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, basked in the glow of attention.

She relished being the center of it all.

Perched on the steps, Mila surveyed the scene with a sardonic smile. Just as she was about to turn on her heel and head inside, Ryan blocked her path once more.

"Can't you see? It's not just us, the Lockwood family, who don't want you here. Lysander feels the same. Get lost and stop tarnishing our event."

rolled her

still found time to take a

party her idea? If it weren't for the insistent invitation from Roland, Ryan's enigmatic and formidable

not to argue with Ryan, as reasoning with him was futile, Mila quickly texted Roland, simply stating

a scene, she certainly couldn't be

eager to

her and, with a brightened

came! If I'd known, I would have asked Lysander to pick

younger, but if we were in the past, you'd be calling me 'big sister' and serving me tea, though I have no desire to acknowledge you as a sibling.

sharp and direct, leaving no room for patience. After yesterday's confrontation with Lysander, Mila saw no reason

when