Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 228

The scattered documents on the floor told the entire story.

Lysander, unable to suppress his anger, sank his teeth into her neck, leaving a shocking, crimson mark long after he pulled away.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and tossed her onto the bed.

Desperate for air, Mila coughed violently, gasping to fill her lungs with much- needed oxygen, barely comprehending what had just happened.

Lysander's long fingers gently brushed the hair from her face as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other hand. Leaning in close, his voice was a husky whisper in her ear, laced with a disturbing tenderness.

"Darling, let's have another child."

He should never have worried about her feelings these past few days. He had been holding back for too long!

The words hit Mila like a sledgehammer. Despite her struggle to catch her breath, she immediately tried to flee.

But her strength was no match for a man teetering on the edge of rage.

her hand flailed, grasping blindly until she found something

"Crash"

everything else,

her eyes before tracing a path downwards,

stared, stunned, at the

onto her face, like crimson tears. He touched his head, red staining

unexpectedly, he

was low as he leaned down, biting her bloodless lips with force. The blood on his face mingled with theirs, spreading with their kiss, the taste of iron filling their

Mila trembled uncontrollably.

he looked up, his gaze steady but lips stained with blood

never forget

that, he collapsed onto her, the blood from his

Mila shook all over.

mouth wide open, tears streaming uncontrollably, mingling with his blood in a chaotic mess.

on the brink of losing her

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