Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 308

The girl instinctively recoiled, only to bump into the broad chest of a man behind her-Leonard.

She tried to dart away, but there was nowhere left to escape. In that moment, Lysander leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fierce and unyielding, as sudden and overwhelming as a summer storm.

Pressed between two men behind her, a stranger's steady heartbeat thrummed through her back, while in front of her, her so-called boyfriend loomed, his touch possessive, his gaze burning with a nameless fury. Mila's mind snapped; the tension inside her finally broke.

All she could feel was humiliation.

She shoved at Lysander, her hand sweeping up in a slap fueled by all her anger- only for it to halt midair, caught tight in Leonard's grip. He didn't need to use much force; she simply couldn't move. Before she could even raise her other hand, Leonard pinned that one too.

She was trapped, boxed in by the strength of the young man behind her.

Lysander let out a low, mocking laugh. "I told you-he's just a dog. He listens only to his master."

And like any loyal hound, he'd bare his teeth at anything that threatened his master-no matter who it was.

Pity? Sympathy? What a joke.

No one cared.

embrace, his lips rough and insistent on hers. When his fingers slipped beneath her collar, she finally broke down, tears spilling from

glass, now seemed clouded, dulled by

felt like she was

hair disheveled, lifted his head just a little. His fox-like eyes shimmered in the

you crying

end up like this?

her, drawing her out of Lysander's hold. With careful fingers,

you," he murmured. "Next time, don't pick a fight with me over things that have nothing

her wrist-already bruising, trembling faintly in

didn't have to say a word. Leonard calmly twisted his own wrist until the

as if he

gentle, almost coaxing smile. "See? He's been punished. Don't cry anymore,

chest, too stunned to move, too scared to speak. She could only feel

signed a contract to date—a two-month arrangement, nothing more—was

she felt

brief arrangement-and yet, Lysander treated her so carelessly. In his

someone he'd raised, what