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.

pain in her injured hand, she balled it into a fist and pounded against his shoulder. But her efforts were quickly thwarted when Lysander seized her wrist, forcing her back into the chair with a firm grip, standing

The sunlight painted the entangled shadows of the two in

hand firmly holding Mila's pale wrists, while the other lifted her chin. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against

"Slap!"

focus, Mila finally managed to break free, though her strength was waning.

Silence enveloped the balcony.

moment, Lysander, unfazed, moved closer again, lifting her in his arms and depositing her onto the sofa. As her temper flared, he retrieved a tube of ointment, applying it to her reddened palm from

hitting only hurts you,"

trembled with anger. "If it weren't for your shamelessness..." she began, her voice

his fingers intertwined with hers. "Where's

trying to pull her hand