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."

it didn't

candles; they're charming. Your employer

Howard promised

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

door, watching her disappear at the end of the bamboo

she like the

man's refined voice resonated in the warmly

respectfully,

a tall and slender figure, as graceful

her house, Mila hung the cat-shaped candle above her door, admiring it

settled down to work on her designs,

reputation before striking out

late into

woke up feeling

it was her last day at the company, marking the end of her career in computing and the beginning of her full-time

morning routine and was about to grab her bag and drive to work for her final day when her phone pinged. A shadow crossed

sis, are