Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 305

Magnolia Harbor.

It was late. Rain drizzled softly against the car window, but the city outside pulsed with heat and energy, just as the rumors promised.

If you came to Magnolia Harbor, you had to try the spicy cuisine-the kind that set your mouth on fire and your heart pounding.

Especially someone like Archie, who lived for new experiences. He'd researched the city's food scene before they even hit the road. The moment they arrived, he didn't bother with rest; he drove straight to the restaurant he'd reserved.

Mila couldn't help but marvel, not for the first time, at the boundless energy this kid seemed to possess. It was as if he'd never run out.

She was tired, honestly, but seeing Archie's excitement, she didn't want to dampen the mood. She just ordered a few of her favorite vegetables-some crisp greens, some tomatoes-ignoring Archie's exaggerated groan.

"C'mon, Mila, are you a panda? Should I order you some bamboo shoots to go with that?"

Mila rolled her eyes; with Archie, she often found herself at a loss for words. "For your information, pandas actually eat meat too. They'll even eat bamboo rats if they get the chance."

his head, but as soon as he turned away, he forgot all about it, already hollering for

the bubbling broths arrived at their

Archie insisted on trying the legendary nine-flavor spicy broth, so they each got their own pot-his a fiery cauldron of red,

the dishes were served and the staff had left the private room-steam swirling through the air-did Mila finally remove her hat and mask. These days, she armored up every time she stepped out of the car, taking every precaution she

savored the warmth a small comfort on a rainy night that chased away fatigue and filled her with

stopped talking, showing Mila the lists of restaurants and

soothing about Archie's ceaseless energy, like an ever-burning

meal, egged on by Archie, Mila tried a bite from his infernal spicy pot. The

drink some milk. That'll help!" Archie fumbled to hand her a steaming mug, and Mila took it

her all over Magnolia Harbor and beyond in search of the best chefs. Back then, she'd learned to

spicy, her tolerance had faded. She couldn't take

thought. It

...

"Mila?"