Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 245

The incense rose gently, its tendrils dissolving into a soft, fragrant mist that settled around the room.

Mila snuggled deeper into her warm, cozy quilt, the delicate scent of sandalwood lingering at her nose. Her mind slowly drifted, and soon enough, she was enveloped in sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, a gentle, unhurried knock sounded at the door. Three firm taps, repeated three times.

Standing outside in the hallway was Forrest, dressed in a neat gray suit. His silver-framed glasses caught the warm light, glinting softly on his high-bridged

nose.

At that moment, from the other end of the corridor, Howard's voice broke the silence. He was standing by the staircase, looking concerned.

"Sir, you're still up?"

Forrest turned slightly to meet his gaze, his smile gentle. "Yes, I brought some incense for Mila earlier. I wanted to make sure it helped her sleep. It seems it worked."

"I see. You should get some rest as well, sir."

Howard watched as Forrest entered the guest room next to Ms. Sutherland's, shaking his head with a sigh before heading downstairs.

...

A peaceful night's sleep.

feeling refreshed, a rare good night's rest brightening her mood considerably.

a new company's launch back home. She

after a phone call, Mila left accompanied by Howard

front of a lavish coffee shop. Mila stepped out and made her way to a private room on the second floor. As soon as she opened the door, a small figure darted toward her,

missed you so

close, soothing him until she finally looked up at the man sitting at

worn out, his handsome

sitting across from Nathaniel without sparing a glance at his uncle, his

little scamp, completely

in his chest but resigned himself to it, pulling out a bank card and placing it on the table, sliding

Mila looked puzzled.

know it's not enough to make up for the past, but given the current rush, I haven't managed other

despite his lack of parenting skills, Nathaniel cared deeply for his

shares," Mila shook her head slightly, taking the

"Thank you."

shifting to the middle-aged man with elegant grace standing quietly