Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 40

Lysander saw her suddenly fall, a flash of panic crossing his eyes. Instinctively, he reached out to help, but Giselle's sharp cry rang in his ears, causing him to sway. Immediately, he withdrew his hand to steady Giselle, who had nearly tripped over

her gown.

Mila's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as she helplessly tumbled toward the staircase.

She stared intently at the scene before her: Lysander and Giselle huddled together on the stairs. Mila committed this moment to memory, biting her lip to brace for the impending pain. But just as she anticipated hitting the ground, a strong arm encircled her waist, lifting her up.

"Watch out."

A gentle, resonant voice whispered in her ear, the broad chest behind her radiating warmth.

Instead of crashing down in a bloody heap, Mila exhaled in relief, only now realizing her palms and back were clammy with cold sweat.

"Thank you."

caught her breath, Mila turned to thank her

purple suit, wore his usual warm smile. Once

"Roland?!"

of his daze, exclaiming in

brief glance at his brother, saying nothing, but his gaze shifted to Lysander, whose

while. How's

and Lockwood families had been close for generations, and with Lysander's mother and the Lockwood

"She's doing well enough."

replied with a perfunctory nod, though his

his gaze, Mila smiled—a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes-before turning away,

raising an eyebrow but choosing

Lysander, stopped Roland apologetically, "Roland, I'm so sorry for causing such a scene at your

interrupted with a gentle smile that belied his words, "You should indeed

Giselle's smile faltered.

a chuckle, discovering for