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.

away like paper, her delicate skin pressed against his heat. In panic, her hand flailed, grasping blindly until she found something solid and, without a thought, brought it down on the man who was losing

"Crash"

glass drowned out everything else, bringing all movement to a

cheeks, pooling at the corners of her eyes before

stared, stunned, at the man above her, equally

streamed from Lysander's head, falling drop by drop onto her face, like crimson tears. He touched his head, red

then, unexpectedly,

bloodless lips with force. The blood on his face mingled with theirs, spreading with their kiss, the

Mila trembled uncontrollably.

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

you'll never

the blood from

Mila shook all over.

mouth wide open, tears streaming uncontrollably, mingling with his blood in a chaotic mess. The remnants of a broken lamp fell from her

the brink

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