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

as Howard brought in tea, he hesitated for a moment before speaking.

second thought. "Of course. Please, go

yet never knew how to repay his kindness. If there was anything within her power to do,

years. He rarely takes a moment

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 into the night,

A true workaholic.

always seemed so at ease, never showing any signs of exhaustion in front of her. She'd assumed he simply enjoyed his work. Back in college, when

she knew that keeping up this pace for years

it up, Mila agreed

...

she made up her mind than she acted on it. Without waiting for evening, she called Forrest right

it?" His voice was warm,

you have time, maybe you could come with me. Afterwards, we could take Julian out