Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 296

She'd never fallen for anyone before. Chasing after someone was uncharted territory, so Mila could only rely on what she'd gleaned from the internet.

She did her best to pay attention to everything Lysander liked and tried to treat him well.

But with all the rumors about him being cold and distant with women, Mila worried he would push her away if she came on too strong. So, she kept her feelings carefully hidden, inching closer bit by bit-hoping that, in time, he'd get to know her, and maybe, just maybe, something would blossom.

Spring had already arrived before she realized how long she'd been trying.

After another game had wrapped up, Mila stayed behind to help with the usual post-match chaos. Only then did she notice a black duffel bag left sitting on a chair in the corner. It was Lysander's.

Did he forget his bag?

She hesitated, glanced around, and, seeing no sign of him, grabbed the bag and hurried out, hoping to catch up and return it—an excuse for a little more time together.

As she reached the exit, a cool, clear male voice called down from above, stopping her in her tracks. "Why do you have my bag?"

Mila froze, then looked up.

There he was-Lysander, dressed in clean athletic gear, standing in a shaft of sunlight. He looked so striking and untouchable that it almost hurt to look at him. Even though she'd seen his face plenty of times these past few weeks, her cheeks still went hot every time.

She drew a shaky breath, willing herself to sound calm. "I—I thought you'd already left and forgotten your things, so I...”

Before she could finish, Lysander cut her off, his impatience clear.

"Do you like me?"

like a punch to the gut. Mila's voice caught in her throat. Her secret was laid bare in an instant-her mind buzzing so loudly she could

move.

silence stretched between

from a quick rinse, dark strands shining in the sun. His sharp, fox-like eyes locked onto her-cool, enigmatic, and a little dangerous—as he looked down at the girl

much do you like

low, almost unsure, but there was a smoldering intensity

heard herself say, voice trembling, "A

thundered in her chest; she was dizzy, barely able to stand, one hand gripping the railing

the stairs above, Lysander leaned down and kissed

and electrifying. The kiss was gentle at first,

was a heat that threatened to consume

just

called "emotionless," the one rumored to be immune

mean he liked her

a split second, Mila thought she might burst into tears. Then reality crashed back in, and she quickly pushed him away, stopping him before the kiss could

than a little annoyed.

was flushed scarlet. Embarrassed and desperate to escape, she still managed to stammer, "W-we're not even together yet. We shouldn't be kissing." "Together?" Lysander's brow

thrown by his confusion, and stammered, “Like..... dating.

handsome face twisted in irritation—as if he'd just