Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 97

On a cold winter's night, the wind howled through the air.

The evergreen bamboo grove swayed in the gusts, producing a gentle rustling sound, while the red candles hung above swung softly with each breeze.

Surrounded by the natural music of the bamboo, Mila strolled along the path, carrying a candle. Her steps were light as she approached the neighbor's door. She rang the doorbell, and it wasn't long before the door swung open.

A well-dressed middle-aged man with graying hair stepped out. He looked momentarily surprised to see her, but his expression softened when he noticed the candle in her hand.

"Good evening."

Mila greeted him first, gesturing towards the villa at the other end of the bamboo path with a slight wave of her candle. She smiled, "I'm your neighbor across the way, Sutherland. Thank you for the candle; it's adorable."

"Good evening, Ms. Sutherland."

The middle-aged man replied warmly, "My name is Howard."

"But, Ms. Sutherland, you might have misunderstood. I'm the butler here. It was my employer who thought his house looked too festive with all the candles and decided to hang some on yours so it wouldn't seem too quiet."

glad it

the candles; they're charming. Your employer has a whimsical

promised with a

could reach out if he ever needed anything, Mila turned and made her

the end of the bamboo path. Once

she like the

young man's refined voice resonated in

answered respectfully, "She

as graceful

hung the cat-shaped candle above her

settled down to

build her reputation before striking out on her own. But whenever inspiration struck, she couldn't resist capturing it

worked late

next morning, she woke up feeling surprisingly

mood, as it was her last day at the company, marking the end of her career

grab her bag and drive to

are you