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."

turned to thank her rescuer, only

dressed in an elegant deep purple suit, wore his usual warm smile. Once he saw she was steady, he let go

"Roland?!"

out of his daze,

glance at his brother, saying nothing, but his gaze shifted to Lysander, whose expression was less than

been a while. How's your

had been close for generations, and with Lysander's mother and the Lockwood brothers' mother being longtime friends, it was customary to inquire after

"She's doing well enough."

a perfunctory nod, though his eyes were

didn't quite reach

noticed the tension between them, raising an eyebrow but choosing to stay

stopped Roland apologetically,

with a gentle smile that belied his words, "You

Giselle's smile faltered.

chuckle, discovering for the