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.

paper, her delicate skin pressed against his heat. In panic, her hand flailed, grasping blindly until she found something solid and, without a

"Crash"

out everything else, bringing all movement to

pale cheeks, pooling at the corners of her eyes before

stunned, at the man above

falling drop by drop onto her face, like crimson tears. He

then, unexpectedly, he

face mingled with theirs, spreading with their kiss, the taste of iron

Mila trembled uncontrollably.

gaze steady but lips stained with

you'll never

collapsed onto her, the blood from his head soaking her neck, trailing

Mila shook all over.

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

the brink of losing

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