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 didn't

all. I love the candles; they're charming. Your

Howard promised

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

the

she like the

man's refined voice resonated in

respectfully, "She

man didn't reply further. Soon, a tall and slender figure, as graceful as bamboo, moved elegantly

hung the cat-shaped candle above her door, admiring

she settled down

striking out on her

worked late into

she woke

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

tune, she finished her morning routine and was about to grab her bag and drive to work for her final day

are you