Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 425

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

refuse the generous guest, the owner insisted on personally

dinnertime anyway, so

with lemon blossoms, Mila picked up her fork and knife and 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 confident

mouthful when, to her dismay, Lysander whisked her plate away and replaced it with a plain salad. Ignoring

tightly. Yes, she was still

She let it slide.

single bite before Lysander ate the rest,

She endured it.

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

glasses. The sunlight cast a warm glow

learned the town was famous for

inhaled the

it when her

dabbing his lips with a napkin. "You're

was the last

by the collar, her patience finally snapping.

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

that flights out weren't available until morning, so

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

suite at

slammed the door behind her and locked it, startling Francis, who was lounging in the living room. He glanced at the closed door and then

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