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.

mixing with irritation, and shoved at his chest, voice low and trembling with anger. "Lysander, have you lost your

her push but didn't budge. Instead, he pressed her tighter against the wall, lowering his head until his face was buried in the curve of her neck,

move. Just let me hold you for

was barely above a whisper, thin and

of unease crept over Mila. Something felt wrong.

of seconds, but his warm breath on her skin made

time, he let

an instant, chest heaving as her anger finally boiled

what is

not go find your fiancée? Stop coming after me, I'm begging you!

don't want anything to do

half of Lysander's face swallowed by the dark. He was silent for a long time, then finally spoke, voice quiet

girlfriend. Why can't

Girlfriend?

her

tightness in her chest wouldn't ease. She had to breathe in and out several times, but nothing worked. Fury surged up, and she

calm herself. It

let out a bitter,

delusional? Let me remind you—one year ago, we had a contract relationship.

might have forgotten,

even started, we agreed-no one else during