Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 201

Mila Sutherland hadn't even turned around when her phone was snatched away.

Out on the balcony, Lysander Montgomery stood behind her chair, casually scrolling through her phone until the call was disconnected.

Unperturbed, he redialed the number.

The phone rang a few times, but no one answered, nor did they hang up. It just disconnected automatically, and each time he called, it was the same.

"How rude," Lysander chuckled, tossing the phone aside without a second thought.

"What do you think you're doing?" Mila had risen from her chair, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at the man who seemed to have no concept of personal space.

"I'm just trying to protect you, darling. Can't have you being misled by others," he said nonchalantly, taking a step forward. Mila instinctively stepped back, her retreat halted only when her back nearly touched the glass window. In one swift move, Lysander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. The familiar scent of jasmine surrounded her as their bodies pressed together. Ignoring her struggles and protests, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, his eyes half-closed with a smirk playing on his lips.

in her injured hand, she balled it into a fist and pounded against his shoulder. But her efforts were

was warm, casting a golden glow over the balcony. The sunlight painted the entangled shadows of the two in vivid hues, making the scene both mesmerizing and

while the other lifted

"Slap!"

lapse in his focus, Mila finally managed to break free, though her strength

Silence enveloped the balcony.

depositing her onto the sofa. As her temper flared, he retrieved a tube

told you, hitting only hurts

trembled with anger. "If it weren't for your shamelessness..."

slightly, discarding the ointment as his fingers intertwined with

coldly, trying to