Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 339

She yearned for him to appear again.

He was the only one who could save her.

After that, the warm light returned more and more often.

Every time it appeared, Lysander would draw a little closer. Step by step, under Mila's increasingly desperate gaze, he approached-closer and closer-until finally, he stood right in front of her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Mila threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her face against his, soaking up the warmth and the solid feel of a living, breathing body.

A real person.

She was no longer alone.

The touch sent shivers of relief and joy through her, bringing her to tears. She sobbed, "Say something. Please, Lysander, say something..."

She longed to hear his voice.

Lysander gazed at her quietly, then finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "Do you love me?"

The girl who had been clinging to him, kissing his face, running her hands over him-froze. Her eyes went blank with confusion, pain shot through her skull, and tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn't say a word.

She had waited so long for his voice, but now that she heard it, she couldn't process what he'd said, couldn't react.

What was she supposed to say?

didn't wait for her answer. The moment he realized she wouldn't reply right away, he pried her legs from around his waist, yanked her off, and tossed her to the floor. Ignoring her desperate

door slammed shut

swallowed the room

"Mila? Mila, wake up!"

open; her face was wet with tears, her head throbbed as if someone had struck her with a hammer, a relentless buzzing

inside her was breaking, struggling, being

pain-so why was she not afraid? Why did pure

her

Archie's worried gaze. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, but she managed a smile, tried to say she was all right-then pain crashed over her

own weeping in her

if refusing to

Meanwhile

before, a group of burly, rough-looking men arrived unexpectedly. At their head was a man whose

pulled out a photograph and asked if the family recognized the woman

profile—serene, soft smile, a grace that

Mila.

that she was his employer's wife, who'd had a falling

the family finally nodded

generous amount of cash and supplies as thanks. Once they were outside, the leader pulled out his phone. The polite smile vanished, replaced

we've

a move just yet. But now we know their destination. It's right on the border-dangerous place, plenty of accidents happen out there. I can guarantee she won't make

As long as the payment

the Harvey