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.

her mood considerably. She greeted Forrest on his

back home. She

Mila left accompanied by Howard and a bodyguard,

a lavish coffee shop. Mila stepped out and made her way to a private room on the

missed you so

holding him close,

his

Mila, sitting across from Nathaniel without

completely ignoring his

out a bank card and

Mila looked puzzled.

Julian. I know it's not enough to make up for the past, but given the current rush, I haven't managed other arrangements. Once everything is settled, I'll offer you further compensation, including a small

his lack of parenting skills, Nathaniel cared

can keep the assets and shares," Mila shook her head

"Thank you."

finally relaxed, his gaze shifting to the middle-aged man with elegant grace standing quietly