Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 311

Forrest?

What's wrong with Forrest?

Mila was completely at a loss, her confusion only growing. Ever since that incident

in the men's locker room, she'd been wary-maybe even a little disgusted-by Leonard, and now this cryptic message just made her even more uneasy.

What kind of game is he playing now?

Forrest was the project lead-she was just a junior who still needed his guidance. How was she supposed to "stay away"? Was she supposed to quit? Since when was that an option?

It was all so bizarre.

"What do you want?" Mila asked coolly, making it clear she wasn't in the mood for small talk.

Leonard, noticing her annoyance, didn't linger. He handed her a paper bag. "The boss asked me to give this to you. He'll pick you up tonight."

With that, he turned and left.

Mila frowned, perplexed. She tugged open the bag and instantly felt her face burn.

Inside was a nearly transparent white slip, dusted with tiny rhinestones. The fabric was so thin and soft, it would barely hide anything at all.

Disgusting. Was this man capable of thinking about anything else?

It had been nearly a month since their contract relationship started. If Lysander was bored, she sure couldn't tell-his "creativity" only seemed to multiply. He'd gone from awkward and reserved to coming up with new tricks every week.

Miranda's advice-was it really trustworthy?

wishing it would catch fire in her hands. She was just

"What's up?"

half-open doorway, curiosity and

your face so red?

a little hungry all of a sudden. Hey, about those lines of code, can I go over them with you this afternoon

Forrest replied gently. He hesitated, then offered, "Actually, I was just heading to the cafeteria-maybe we

disappearing in a flustered rush.

...

in an upscale apartment

In the softly lit bedroom, shadows danced across the walls,

with his back against the glass, a girl curled in his lap. Mila gazed nervously

displeased at her distracted mood, bit lightly at her bare shoulder. "Why aren't you wearing the slip I bought

Mila-who'd been tense with nerves-immediately shot him a glare. "That thing's basically see-through! I

So you don't want to

mischievous grin, deftly slipping her dress further off her shoulders, exposing even more of her pale skin to the golden

leaned down, his lips brushing gently along

him away as she stared anxiously at

"Someone could see us!"

at his chest, her voice trembling with

can say no to unreasonable demands. And you-no one else does this kind

interrupted, amused by her righteous

swept his hair away from his forehead, eyes smoldering with a teasing fire as he

leaned back, her body landing on the plush rug. Lysander followed, pinning her gently

they traced the buttons of her dress, his lips trailing kisses

kiss making her shiver,

murmured, dipping down to nip at her waist. His gaze burned, voice

unable to

sat up and pulled Mila into his lap, holding her close. Guiding her trembling hand to the buttons of his shirt, he helped her