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.

even more speechless.

end, unable to refuse the generous guest, the owner insisted on personally preparing an

was almost dinnertime

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

It was delicious.

wonder the owner had seemed

whisked her plate away and replaced it with a plain salad. Ignoring her glare, he simply remarked, "You're still recovering. Go easy on the seafood." Then, right in front of her, he finished off the rest of

utensils tightly. Yes,

She let it slide.

before Lysander ate the rest, grinning at

She endured it.

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 of salad. She was beginning to feel

their glasses. The sunlight cast a warm glow through the liquid, making everything

Mila learned the town was

away to another table, Mila lifted her glass, inhaled the sweet, intense

barely tasted it when her

she saw Lysander, glass tipped back, calmly dabbing his

was the

shot to her feet and grabbed him by the collar, her patience

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

flights out

and

a luxury suite at a hotel on the

locked it, startling Francis, who was lounging in the living room. He glanced

hungry," Lysander replied

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