Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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?"

foreign country, darling. Let

"Not interested."

hang out with you. Can't we just ignore each other for the next two weeks and pretend the other doesn't

might be nice, but the company ruined it. She couldn't even pretend to

She just hated him.

remained calm and warm. "No, I don't think so. Unless you'd prefer

clenched her fists, resisting the urge to

lately. She drew a deep breath. "Don't you have anything better to do? What about―" she hesitated, "-Francis? Weren't you supposed to take care of something? Weren't you supposed to deal

he please just go handle his business and

of time to spend with you now. It's been ages since

face was blank. "Now can you go

at her stubbornness.

her hand and started strolling down the

bother to pull

She was tired.

back to the ship with him—not after his threats. She knew he'd be true to his word. If she went back to the ship, she might not make it

about it, the angrier she

to pry his hand off, nails digging into his palm until she felt the warmth

only held on

with a lunatic? It would

effortless confidence, his tailored charcoal shirt rolled up at the sleeves, exposing toned forearms. The open

wandering aimlessly along

walked like this-leisurely, without a purpose-in a foreign land,

She stopped, inhaling deeply.