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.

When his fingers slipped beneath her collar, she finally broke down, tears spilling from her eyes-silent,

glass, now seemed clouded, dulled by despair

she was

against her chest, his dark hair disheveled, lifted his head just a little.

you

is it that every time I see you, I end up like this?

her, drawing her out of Lysander's hold. With careful fingers, he fastened the buttons Lysander had undone, cradling her as if to soothe

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

bruising, trembling faintly in his hand. He

wrist until the joint popped with a sharp crack, the

remained blank, as if he

gave a gentle, almost coaxing smile. "See? He's

too scared to speak. She could only feel

man she'd signed a contract to date—a two-month arrangement,

middle of a blazing summer, but she felt as if she'd fallen into

yet, Lysander treated her

could be so cruel to someone he'd raised,