Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 195

He was pushing her to the brink!

Mila couldn't control the trembling of her body any longer. Her emotions, once held in check, now surged with such force that her mind felt faint, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Unable to hold back any longer, a single tear slipped unnoticed from her thick lashes and landed silently on Lysander's hand.

The man, whose hand was resting over hers, gave a barely detectable shudder.

Mila's voice was choked with emotion when she finally spoke. "Lysander, you really are a bastard."

Lysander remained silent.

He slowly rose, leaning forward, his eyes half-closed. His lips touched her soft, pale cheek, delicately kissing away each tear that had fallen. He moved upward, brushing lightly over her thick lashes, and finally lingering on the faint pink mark at her temple, gently rubbing it.

A bitter taste spread in his mouth.

That pink mark was from when Hugo had pushed her, causing her to hit her head. The bruise was nearly gone thanks to an excellent scar-removal cream, leaving only a faint pink trace.

Mila felt that spot on her temple burning and itching. She pushed him away forcefully and turned her face, refusing to look at him.

His breath mingled with hers due to his earlier kisses, and Lysander was stirred, yet he restrained himself from approaching her again. Watching her sit gracefully on the edge of the bed, he swallowed hard, fighting the urge to close the distance.

If he pushed any further, he might truly drive her away.

gaze, and placed the ointment on the bedside table. He glanced at the woman sitting motionlessly on the bed and

was about to leave, he spoke up,

on her leg,

closed with a soft

she sprang from the bed

She was locked in.

took its place. She began searching the room for her phone. She refused to give up

to be

find a solution that would allow

she needed to contact the outside

...

exited the bedroom and descended the stairs, pulling out his phone as

displaying dozens of missed calls, all from Giselle. Just then,

it, but before he could speak, a woman's voice, choked with tears, burst through

how could you do this to

"You promised me!"

know, don't cry. Let's talk it through calmly. I always keep my

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contacted the Forest Team, and we're just waiting

gently, his voice soft.

call and continued down the stairs, meeting Leonard's gaze as he