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.

love Lysander. He's

color drained from Ryan's face, the light in his eyes flickering out. It took him a long time to force a painful smile. "Giselle, I really would treat you better than anyone ever could. Could you just... could

died in his throat as he

He got it.

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

from her cheeks, doing his best to steady his voice. "Please stop crying. I'll help you

her eyes brimming

after she'd calmed Ryan down did Giselle get the

barely remembered a thing he had no idea which door he'd stumbled through. He'd ended

about Lysander? Where

her head, making it hard to think. Her own memory of last night was a blur-she couldn't even remember when she'd blacked out. Fighting her growing

"Giselle?"

subject. "Lysander, you drank a lot last night. I took you back to your room to rest,

on the other end before he replied, voice gentle. "I don't really remember much. When I woke up, I was at home. Leonard

Leonard. Again.

voice softened. "Is everything okay,