Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 310

But Mila captured the sweeping scenery with her camera, imprinting it just as

firmly in her memory.

The car kept moving forward.

The canyon was steep, shrouded in mist that drifted across the peaks. They drove through dense patches of forest, surrounded by the music of trickling streams and the chorus of birds and insects—a symphony of the wild.

Archie glanced at Mila, who was filming out the window, and couldn't help but tease, “Hey, Mila, don't just record the scenery! Get some shots of me looking heroic. When this is over, I'm printing them out and covering my whole wall!"

After all, this was his first real adventure-something worth bragging about for years. He imagined dragging future guests over to admire his daring feats. Even his dad would have to give him a thumbs-up.

At first, Mila just ignored his chatter, letting him prattle on. When he finally quieted down, she spun around and snapped several candid shots of him, which made Archie howl in protest.

"Mila! Why didn't you warn me? I could've struck my coolest pose! Come on, do it again just one more shot!"

How much cooler could he possibly look?

Mila stifled a laugh and didn't reply. Her face looked more relaxed than it had in days.

easy enough, and soon the car emerged from the canyon and rolled into their next

they arrived, darkness had fallen, and a light rain had begun to mist the roads. It wasn't

was a crossroads, where different

accommodations. They found a small motel, checked in, washed up, and collapsed onto their beds, exhaustion dragging

Northpoint University, Project Office.

spacious, partitioned into several work areas crammed with

the moment, only one

on the sea of

sounded behind her. "Why

Whitmore, his smile warm and easy.

"Hi, Forrest."

a doctoral candidate, a prodigy, and something of a

heard all about him before starting: brilliant, famous, yet notoriously private. Outside of formal events, hardly anyone saw him, which only added to the

recommended her for this project, Mila was nervous. What if he

to be approachable, even gentle-she'd never met a man quite so quietly kind. Of course, when it came to his subject, he was demanding.

she messed this up, it would reflect badly on her advisor and might

just want to finish this module before I eat. I'm almost done, really..." Mila

stepped closer, eyes scanning the