Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 233

A Night of Terrors

Mila couldn't sleep a wink until dawn, with the lights in her room burning all night long.

Early morning.

She descended to the first floor, her eyes shadowed with dark circles. Forrest, emerging from the kitchen, paused at the sight of her, his gaze lingering on the faint bruising under her eyes, but he didn't pry.

"Mimi, why don't you catch a bit more sleep?" he suggested gently as he set the freshly made breakfast on the table. "I couldn't make your favorite hashbrowns since we're out of potatoes, but I did whip up some cinnamon pastries for you."

Mila always had a penchant for sweet, sticky fried foods for breakfast, especially the lighter hashbrowns. It surprised her that, after all these years, Forrest still remembered. Reflecting on the past seven years, she realized that because Lysander and Adrian favored spicy foods, her preferences were often overlooked at home, except by Felicity.

A mix of emotions stirred within her.

sweet soy milk for her and, after removing his apron, sat down across

so familiar it whisked Mila back

and a renowned prodigy in the computer sciences; Mila was just

showed patience. Over time, they grew

blurred Mila's reality, making her feel as if she were still in university-before everything changed

voice broke through her reverie, and she

"What's wrong?"

took a bite of the cinnamon pastry. The warm, sweet syrup flowed in her mouth,

a great cook," she

adjusted his glasses with a smile. “Living abroad, I often cooked dishes from home to reminisce. My cooking skills didn't suffer, and I even picked up a few Western desserts. I can

...

"...Thank you."