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..."

sweat, heart pounding. The room was dark,

hand to her chest,

dreamed of that moment from so long

of helpless

at the bottom of

came from

behind his desk, half-swallowed by shadow. His head was bowed, gaze fixed on

was a picture

white winter coat, her smile bright enough to rival the

hadn't taken

in the corridor, catching sight of the laughing girl playing in the snow outside. Their eyes had met, just for a

camera shutter clicked somewhere beside him, followed by a

that's a real snow fairy

others crowded around, clamoring to

from his friend, sent

His friend protested, indignant.

keep all the fun to yourself. I went through the trouble to snap that was hoping

"Who's the snow fairy?"

me in, whatever it

didn't even get

from the group. He