Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 270

She really shouldn't have brought up the piano.

Thankfully, Forrest didn't pursue the subject. If he had, she was afraid she might have lost her composure right then and there.

After taking a few deep breaths to steady herself, she finally lay down and tried to sleep.

But her rest was anything but peaceful that night. In the early hours, her alarm roused her, and she immediately went to wake Julian.

She'd already consulted with a doctor about his sleepwalking. If a child's episodes tend to happen at the same time every night, it's best to gently wake them before that hour, keep them up for a bit, and then let them go back to sleep. Over time, this routine could help.

Fighting off her own exhaustion, she played quietly with Julian for a while. Only after three in the morning did they both crawl back into bed.

The next morning, Forrest was nowhere to be seen at breakfast. Since moving in, this was the first time Mila hadn't found him at the table. Curious, she asked Howard, the house steward.

"Mr. Sinclair had something urgent come up at work," Howard replied.

After breakfast, she took Julian to the studio to continue her daily design work and

a moment before speaking. "Ms.

without a second thought. "Of course. Please,

repay his kindness. If there was anything within her

He rarely takes a moment to unwind. My words don't seem

of course. In the first few days, she'd often run into Forrest around the house, but now she only ever saw him in the mornings. He worked late

A true workaholic.

signs of exhaustion in front of her. She'd assumed he simply enjoyed his work. Back in college, when Forrest threw himself into software

up this pace for

had brought it

...

made up her mind than she acted on it. Without waiting for

His voice was

the day after tomorrow," Mila said. "There's an art auction I'm planning to attend, and if you have time, maybe you could come with me. Afterwards, we