Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 424

Chapter 417

She barely listened to what he said-Mila just let his words wash over her, too indifferent to care.

Still, a question nagged at her. "If nothing happened, then why did he bother knocking me out? Was it supposed to be a joke?"

She honestly couldn't make sense of it.

Lysander's gaze dropped, his tone cool and detached. "With someone as unhinged as him, nothing would surprise me. Maybe he just wanted to scare you."

She fell silent, thinking back to Cossio's bizarre antics in the old manor. He did seem to enjoy toying with people, his mind working in ways she'd never understand.

Nothing he did was ever surprising.

Even so, Mila couldn't shake a lingering unease. But before she could dwell on it, Lysander's wandering hand snapped her attention back. Her expression darkened instantly.

This bastard.

They were still in a hospital corridor, for crying out loud!

What the hell is wrong with him?

Irritated, she smacked his hand away, stomped hard on his foot, and strode toward the hospital exit. All she wanted was to get as far from him as possible.

He winced, but only chuckled. "Ouch. Brutal."

Unbothered by the pain, Lysander shot a faintly amused look at the doctor standing nearby, then followed Mila out.

Outside the hospital, Mila made for the car, eager to get back to the ship. But Lysander caught her arm, and she whirled around, frowning at his infuriatingly pleasant smile. "What now?"

a foreign country, darling. Let me show

"Not interested."

colder. "I especially don't want to hang out with you. Can't we

company ruined it. She couldn't even pretend to enjoy

She just hated him.

calm and warm. "No, I don't think so. Unless you'd prefer to go back to the ship and spend

the urge to smack

to do? What about―" she hesitated, "-Francis?

he please just go handle his business

to spend with you now. It's been ages since we traveled together-don't

face was blank. "Now

at her stubbornness. "You

took her hand and started strolling down the sun- drenched street, the car trailing behind at

bother to

She was tired.

dare go back to the ship with him—not after his threats. She knew he'd be true to his word.

thought about

to pry his hand off, nails digging into his palm

only held on tighter. Defeated, she

with a lunatic?

sea breeze. Ahead, Lysander walked with effortless confidence, his tailored charcoal shirt rolled up at the sleeves, exposing toned forearms. The open collar revealed the

were entwined, wandering aimlessly along the golden, sunlit

been ages since Mila had walked like this-leisurely, without a purpose-in a foreign land, warm sunlight spilling over her. For a fleeting moment, she felt

She stopped, inhaling deeply.

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