Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 239

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Forrest's voice was gentle. "I was passing by to get some water and heard you shouting, so I knocked."

Was she really shouting in her sleep? Had the nightmare frightened her that much?

It must have been unconscious, Mila thought, nodding wearily. "I haven't been sleeping well."

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lysander with a head full of blood, and the image of being trapped in a dark, narrow cell haunted her. It was exhausting.

She hesitated, then asked, "Do you have any sleeping pills?"

She couldn't continue like this. If she kept losing sleep, her condition would deteriorate and she wouldn't be able to focus on her design work.

Forrest shook his head, disapproving. "Too many sleeping pills aren't good for you."

Seeing her disappointment, he hesitated before suggesting, "If you trust me, I could sit by your bed until you fall asleep."

Mila was momentarily taken aback.

Forrest would

the past. Things had changed between

I don't trust you, I'm just not comfortable with

Forrest smiled softly.

I'll ask around for some

try to

closed the door

Forrest stood outside her door, listening to the click of the lock,

glasses, and pinched the bridge of his

a moment, he decided against returning to the master bedroom. Instead, he opened the door to the guest room

...

catching a brief sleep, her dark circles deepening as she headed to

leaving, he mentioned offhandedly, "I heard about your residency issue from Vance. I'll see if I

She wasn't too hopeful, but she was grateful

to help

return to the guest room to work when Vance,

the study and studio

did

Mila thanked him. Regardless,