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

the bed, gently forcing her to sit

from his pocket, trying to pry open her clenched fist. Seeing her

want the wound to get

crucial for her work, sketching

They couldn't afford to

relented.

up but held on. Mila, realizing the

ointment on her wound made her shiver, but she bit her lip, refusing to make a

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

watched him tend to her with painstaking care, yet her

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

family? I promised you forever, and I meant it. You'll always be the lady, and I'll give you whatever

care!" Mila scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't want it, I don't need it, I can't stand it. Do I need

Lysander didn't reply.