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.

she took Julian to the studio to continue

hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ms. Sutherland, may I ask a

agreed immediately, without a second thought. "Of

Forrest so much, yet never knew how to repay his kindness.

It's been this way for years. He rarely takes a moment to unwind. My

of course. In the first few days, she'd often run into Forrest around the house, but now

A true workaholic.

She'd assumed he simply enjoyed his work. Back in college, when Forrest threw himself

keeping up this pace for years

that Howard had brought it

...

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

His voice was warm, low,

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 could take Julian out to the countryside for a bit of