Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 280

It took Giselle a long moment to steady herself and regain her composure. First things first-she had to deal with the immediate problem in front of her.

Her expression softened as she turned to Ryan. "Let's get dressed," she said gently.

The two of them hurried to put their clothes back on.

Meanwhile, Giselle had already formulated her plan. She sat on the edge of the bed, her lashes trembling, and tears began to fall, silent and striking. There was something heartbreakingly beautiful about her tears only made her more irresistible.

And sitting across from her was Ryan, a man who adored her beyond reason.

He dropped to one knee in front of her, carefully taking her hand in his as if she might shatter. His voice was low, desperate to comfort. “Giselle, please don't cry. I promise I'll take responsibility for everything. I'll spend my whole life making it up to you I'll give you everything I have. Whatever you want, I'll make it yours. I swear it."

Responsible? Giselle scoffed inwardly.

Ryan was nothing to her. She didn't care about the little he could offer. If his older brother Roland had been the one making those promises, maybe her heart would have fluttered. But Ryan? He was nothing-a spoiled, useless rich kid.

Still, she kept all that contempt locked away, her face a mask of heartbreak. The tears came harder, and when Ryan was nearly beside himself, almost swearing his soul to her, Giselle finally spoke through a choked sob.

He's the only one I

him a long time to force a painful smile. "Giselle, I really would treat you better than anyone ever could. Could you just... could you even look at

died in his throat as he looked

He got it.

out, voice trembling, "Giselle, I'll forget what happened today. I'll help

from her cheeks, doing his best to steady his voice. "Please

gently, her eyes brimming with

after she'd calmed Ryan down did Giselle get the full

and barely remembered a thing he had no idea which door he'd stumbled

then, what about Lysander? Where had

Her own memory of last night was a blur-she couldn't even remember when she'd blacked

"Giselle?"

the subject. "Lysander, you drank a lot last night. I took you back to your room to rest, and I ended up lying down too-I was dizzy from the wine. But when I woke up, you were gone. Where

voice gentle. "I don't really remember much. When I

Leonard. Again.

softened. "Is everything okay, Giselle?