Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 368

Night had fallen.

Outside a lavishly decorated, brilliantly lit restaurant, an orange Bentley Continental purred to a stop. From it stepped a stunning woman in a fitted emerald velvet dress that shimmered under the lights. The delicate pearl clasps at her collar seemed to glow softly. A white knitted shawl draped over her shoulders, half-concealing her graceful figure. She moved with an effortless poise, every step exuding quiet elegance and wealth.

As she glanced around with a gentle smile, the effect was mesmerizing-like a warm spring breeze drifting through morning mist, leaving onlookers spellbound, as if caught in a dream.

Passersby couldn't help but stare, though none dared to meet her gaze directly. They stole quick glances from the corners of their eyes, their caution explained by the three burly men in dark suits who flanked her: unmistakable bodyguards.

A vision of serene beauty, guarded by intimidating men.

Heads turned. Eyes followed her into the restaurant, accompanied by gentle music. Only after she disappeared inside did the crowd outside burst into hushed excitement―

"She's gorgeous-think she's a celebrity?"

"Can't be. I'd know if she was famous. There's nobody like that online."

"Did she just look at me?"

"Dream on, she was looking at me!"

"Anyone get a picture?"

"...Totally forgot."

Mila, of course, was oblivious to the commotion at the door-and even if she'd known, she would have just sighed. She never wanted to draw this much attention, but without her bodyguards, she wouldn't have dared to meet with the Montgomery family.

Not even her own son.

she made her way through the restaurant. From

up,

was a man lounging at the table-elbow propped up, chin resting lazily on his hand, fox-like eyes narrowed in a teasing smile. His gaze lingered on her waist, just a touch too long and just a shade too

goodness she'd brought the

clipped. Hadn't they agreed she'd only have

smile was easy. "What's wrong with both parents joining their child for dinner? Or are we a single-parent

She fell silent.

"Mom!"

and wounded. "Mom, I missed you

didn't take your father, either,” Lysander interjected

Mila's expression turned frosty. "Aren't we

with deliberate grace. Mila ignored

sliding the

a fresh set. She also ordered a table full of food for her three bodyguards at the

at the trio, lips curling in mild amusement. "Quite the entourage for a simple meal. Anyone who didn't know better

flashed a chilly smile. "Aren't

say

night. He replied to everything she said without argument and

trust him one

piling food onto Adrian's plate, listening to him chatter about everything he'd seen and done lately-who he'd met, what

wasn't long before Adrian noticed and pouted, "Mom, you're just brushing me

then said quietly, "I'm not, sweetie. I'm just a little tired.

hear about your trip!" Adrian edged closer, grabbing her hand, his eyes bright with hope. "Did you bring me a present? You still

no, he'd definitely

"Next time," Mila murmured.