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.

up, masking the abyss of desire in his gaze, and placed the ointment on the bedside table. He glanced at the woman sitting motionlessly

was about to leave, he spoke up, "Adrian will be

resting on her leg, gave a

closed with

bed and

She was locked in.

began searching the room for her phone. She refused to give up or resign

to be

was determined to find a solution that would allow her to leave and

to contact the outside

...

exited the bedroom and descended the stairs, pulling out his

displaying dozens of missed calls, all from Giselle.

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

could you

"You promised me!"

lowered his lashes, his voice soothing. "I know, don't cry.

continued to

the Forest Team, and we're just waiting for you to

gently, his voice

stairs,