Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 126

Adrian stepped through the door with a slightly downcast expression.

Giselle, ever the optimist, gave him a comforting smile. "Don't worry about it. Things will get better. Why don't we head out later? I'll show you around and we can grab some delicious food."

...

Mila was still recovering, occasionally feeling dizzy. It was a relief that Eugene drove her back home.

This was Eugene's first visit to Mila's villa in Maplewood Grove, and he was brimming with curiosity.

As they drove past rows of houses, he noticed the vibrant decorations-especially the festive strings of candles that adorned the neighboring villa. "Who lives across the street, sis?" Eugene inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Mila glanced at the dimly lit house across the way. "They just returned from abroad. I haven't met them yet, but they seem nice." She pointed to a charming cat-shaped candle hanging under the eaves and chuckled, "They helped me hang that up when they were decorating their place."

Eugene admired the candle, nodding thoughtfully. "That's really kind of them."

inside, Eugene marveled at the array of design projects scattered throughout the house. He wandered around, unable to conceal his amazement, constantly praising Mila's

help but laugh at

overnight, citing her own reasons. She made arrangements for a car to take him back home. After seeing him off, she found herself with little appetite. She decided to turn in early, only to be interrupted

invited you over so many times! Are you too busy every day? Come over for dinner! I

Jade's voice carried a hint of annoyance after being brushed off

sighed, clutching her bandaged forehead. She knew she couldn't avoid this visit, but

She needed backup.

she dialed Miranda and quickly filled her in

Mila changed her clothes and pulled out an orange knit hat, strategically covering the bandages on her forehead. She hoped Aunt Jade wouldn't

to pick her up, already fuming from their earlier conversation. As soon

you not tell me something this serious? Aren't we best friends?"

lifted Mila's

sigh. "It's healing, really. I just didn't want

might storm downstairs and confront Hugo and his buddies. Whether they deserved it or not, a public confrontation could lead to unflattering attention, which