Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 403

"No."

She couldn't bring herself to admit she didn't care whether the wedding took place or not. Instead, Mila flipped through the catalog and, almost absentmindedly, pointed to the most expensive, lavish gown on the page.

"This one will do."

"Oh! Of course, absolutely."

Lea quickly masked her delight, nodding eagerly. "Then, about the specifics-the flowers, the reception menu-”

"We can sort out the details later."

Mila cut her off, gesturing to the delicate pastries and coffee arranged on the table. "Won't you have some pastries, Ms. Lea?"

It had been so long since anyone had spoken to her.

In this old manor, Mila had to play the mute. She couldn't even show her face in front of Cossio. The servants here were just as silent, moving about their work wordlessly, as if they too had no voices.

She cherished this rare social encounter.

Doing her best to prolong the conversation, she chatted a bit more. Only when dusk settled did Mila, with a reluctant smile, finally see Lea to the door.

Once again, the manor fell silent.

After dinner with Cossio, Mila returned to her room. She removed the veil with a sigh of relief, then leaned against the window, gazing out toward the distant coastline.

Out at sea, several ships were nearing the shore.

two, three-watching as they drew closer. Then she tipped her head up to admire the stars glittering across the

Almost there.

longer. Soon, she'd finally be

on the

ships glided toward the harbor. The once-quiet waterfront burst to life, crowds spilling onto the docks, laughter and voices rising into

a group of about thirty slipping off one ship at the edge of the harbor. They followed a man in a long black coat, hat pulled low over his eyes, blending seamlessly

Soon after,

point with a clear view of the room. Only the man in the black coat continued forward, weaving through

"Two Negronis," he said.

and slid one toward the only other patron hunched over the counter-a red-haired

"Wake up."

enough to reveal a pair of

His blue eyes grew even cloudier as he grinned, reaching for the second glass. But the man in the coat

is this how you handle

heartless," the redhead

squinting at the man before him. "Lysander, after all these years, that's how you greet an old friend? Can't even spare

your wine cellar," Lysander replied flatly,

"You cruel bastard."

pocket and tossed it across the counter. "Take a look. Old Cossio means business this time. Your beloved wife is about to marry the old monster, hahahaha—serves you right! Always hiding

On the invitation,

the bride's

hadn't given up on his mother, and now he had his sights set on

Not a chance.

it made Lysander's blood boil. And with Francis still muttering and whining beside him, he finally lost his patience and slugged his friend right

"Ugh—"