Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 418

"What on earth are you doing?!"

Seated at a patio table overlooking the ocean, Mila glared at Lysander, her voice sharp with indignation as she jabbed a finger at the delicate white lemon

blossoms now tangled in her hair.

She had no idea what kind of nonsense had gotten into him this time.

After the sea breeze whisked the first blossom from her hair, he'd stood frozen for

a moment. Then, like a man possessed, he'd marched over to the blossoming lemon tree nearby and practically stripped it bare, crowning her head with handfuls of flowers until she was absolutely covered. It was so absurd, she couldn't even process it.

Honestly.

Who could follow the logic of a madman?

The real shame was the lemon tree itself-healthy and in full bloom, now missing half its flowers. There'd be hardly any fruit left at this rate.

He really was impossible.

Lysander, meanwhile, looked exceedingly pleased with himself.

In good spirits, he called over the restaurant owner and asked about the lemon tree. Upon learning it belonged to the owner, Lysander apologized sincerely, quickly estimating the price of the fruit and the value of the tree. Despite the owner's protests, he insisted on paying six times the amount.

Left with no choice, the owner relented. "In that case, may I have your address? I'll send some workers to dig up the tree and deliver it to you."

Lysander shook his head.

"No, leave it here. Just take good care of it for me. As far as I'm concerned, it's still your lemon tree."

The owner fell silent.

was even more speechless.

guest, the owner insisted on personally preparing an authentic Italian feast for

almost dinnertime anyway, so they

stabbed into the lobster pasta freshly set in front of her, her disgruntled expression melting away at

It was delicious.

the owner had seemed so

her dismay, Lysander whisked her plate away and replaced it with a plain salad. Ignoring her glare, he simply remarked, "You're still recovering.

her utensils tightly. Yes, she

She let it slide.

the crab. She managed a single bite before Lysander ate the

She endured it.

just a taste of each dish, Lysander polishing off the rest. When all was said and done, she'd eaten little more

liqueur into their glasses. The sunlight cast a warm

Mila learned the town was famous for its lemons-world-renowned, in

was called away to another table, Mila lifted her glass, inhaled the sweet, intense aroma, and took a sip. It was a dessert wine, bright

barely tasted it when her glass was suddenly

tipped back, calmly dabbing

the last

him by the collar, her

they'd been through escaping from that old manor, she'd developed a real aversion to having her food snatched

Mila learned that flights out weren't available until

for the night and heading to Rome-their final destination-

suite at a hotel on the

was lounging in the living

hungry," Lysander replied with a wry