Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 194

Lysander stood facing the furious figure before him, his expression calm and his voice steady, almost deathly quiet.

"Don't forget," he said softly.

"It was you who wanted to start this. Fine, I agreed and made you the lady of the Montgomery family."

"Since you wanted the beginning, why should you decide the end?"

Mila was taken aback, a bitter laugh almost escaping her lips, though she couldn't muster the energy to express it. "Fine, then you suggest it."

Lysander responded coolly, "I have no intention of getting a divorce right now."

A wave of anger surged through Mila, and unable to hold back, she attempted to slap him, though her hand was caught firmly.

Lysander remained unruffled, "Your hand is injured; hitting me would only hurt you."

"Don't patronize me!"

swung her free hand, only for it to be captured as well. His large hands

her protests, he pulled her toward the bed, gently forcing her to sit down while he knelt

a tube of ointment from his pocket, trying to pry open her clenched fist. Seeing her resistance, he looked up

you want the wound

hands were crucial for her

painting... They couldn't afford to

her anger, Mila relented.

held on. Mila, realizing the

her shiver, but she bit her lip,

this, Lysander's touch became gentler. In the quiet room, only their soft breaths mingled in the

tend to her with painstaking care, yet her gaze remained

been unpredictable, his moods shifting like the wind. She wouldn't be fooled by his fleeting tenderness. "Lysander, give me a straight answer. What will

lady of the Montgomery family? I promised you forever, and I

with disdain. "I don't want it, I don't need it, I can't stand it. Do I need to spell it out? I don't want to be with you,

Lysander didn't reply.