Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 291

Mila's head throbbed, thick with dizziness.

Voices around her sounded distant, muffled, indistinct, and even her vision blurred at the edges. Her body burned with fever, leaving her weak and limp, every movement a struggle.

Noticing her flushed cheeks and the sweat beading on her forehead, Archie grew alarmed. He pressed a hand to her skin-she was burning up. Without hesitation, he hurried out to fetch the lady of the house.

Mila was running a high fever.

There was a flurry of activity-medicine was administered, cool cloths pressed to her brow-and soon she drifted back into a fitful, feverish sleep.

It was a restless night. Half-aware, Mila tumbled into a dream that swept her far into the past.

She dreamed of the very first time she met Lysander.

Longer ago than seven years—back in university. She and Miranda had been walking along a woodland path blanketed in frost, snowflakes swirling in the air, catching in Mila's hair. They laughed, teasing each other, warmth and cheer lighting up the cold afternoon.

Mila turned her head, laughter still on her lips, and her gaze landed on a figure standing in the stone corridor of a nearby building.

A group of students lingered there, but Lysander stood out instantly-impossibly poised, an easy confidence about him that drew the eye. Even at a distance, something magnetic flashed in his sharp, fox-like eyes as he looked right at her- straight into her soul.

Across the falling snow, their eyes met.

A gust of wind scattered the flakes, swirling between them. Mila's heart skipped, fluttering out of rhythm. She quickly looked away.

"Huff... huff..."

heart pounding. The room was dark, shadows

a trembling hand to her

had she dreamed of that moment from so long

split-second of helpless

the bottom of that

the only light came from a solitary desk lamp,

shadow. His head was bowed,

a picture

smile bright enough to rival the morning sun. Snowflakes crowned

taken the

friends in the corridor, catching sight of

camera shutter clicked somewhere beside him, followed by a friend's

that's a real snow

others crowded around, clamoring

what possessed him, but he snatched the phone from his friend, sent the photo to himself,

His friend protested, indignant.

deal, Lysander? Don't keep all the fun to yourself. I went through the trouble to snap that was

"Who's the snow fairy?"

me in, whatever it

anyway? I didn't even get

their chatter, breaking away from