Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 320

**Evening, at the corner of the dormitory building.**

Mila looked up, just a little, surprised to find Lysander standing in front of her. She hadn't expected to run into him—not after a year of silence. What surprised her even more was the confusion that washed over her as she took in his

appearance.

Now that he was this close, she could see how drawn and exhausted he looked. The sharp angles of his handsome face seemed a little broken, as if the past year had chipped away at him. Had something happened?

But what did any of that have to do with her?

They were supposed to be even less than strangers. The fact that Lysander had shown up and stopped her was already baffling enough.

Mila instinctively took a few steps back, putting space between them. Her expression was icy, unreadable. She said nothing just turned to leave.

There was nothing left to say between them.

But before she could move away, Lysander grabbed her arm. With a sudden tug, he pulled her roughly, and she stumbled, smacking into the wall behind her. He stepped in, trapping her between his body and the bricks, blocking any chance of escape.

Panic flickered in Mila's chest. She darted a glance around, anxious. She hadn't forgotten-Lysander was engaged. If anyone saw them like this, how could she possibly explain?

Luckily, the corner was secluded and the evening shadows were deep. No one was paying attention.

irritation, and shoved at his chest, voice low

wall, lowering his head until his face was buried in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and

me hold you for

a whisper,

crept over Mila.

his warm breath on her skin made

he let

between them in an instant, chest heaving as her anger finally boiled over. She didn't bother to rein

what is

someone to hold or sleep with, why not go find your fiancée? Stop

want anything to

was cloaked in shadow, half of Lysander's face swallowed by the dark. He was silent for a long time,

can't I

Girlfriend?

felt her

sucked in a breath, but the tightness in her chest wouldn't ease. She had to breathe in and out several times, but

calm herself. It didn't

let out a

me remind you—one year ago, we had a contract relationship. Two months,

might have forgotten, but

with your fiancée. And before we even started, we agreed-no one else during that time.