Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 426

Chapter 419

"There won't be any major changes."

"That's not good enough!"

Francis shot down the idea without hesitation. This was their one chance to take down that old monster-there could be no improvising. He frowned, baffled.

"Did something happen?"

Lysander nodded, his expression darkening as he explained the results of Mila's checkup at the hospital earlier that day.

"We'll have to make a few adjustments."

Francis's face softened a little.

"So that's what's going on. You should've just said so. If it's like that, a few tweaks are fine. Might even work in our favor. But still..."

He hesitated, uncertainty flickering across his face.

"Are you sure about this, Lysander? If she ever finds out you used her like this, there'll be no going back. It'll be over-completely. No woman can forgive that kind of betrayal."

"She'll never find out."

Lysander's voice was low, almost a growl. He raked a hand through his dark hair, frustration written across his face. His tone was cold and final.

"This time, we have to win."

He had no other choice.

"In fact, maybe this is the opportunity we need. If it works out, she'll stay with me willingly. She'll never want to leave again."

"That's deception." Francis's voice was grave.

Lysander pushed open the glass door, his tone calm as the cool ocean breeze slipped through. The setting sun bled gold across the horizon.

needs

...

Bedroom.

was sweaty and tired. She took care to avoid her injury as she showered quickly, then slipped into a silk nightgown. When she stepped back into

door she'd locked. He was always like this-so overbearing, never caring what she wanted if he'd already

like this and got mad every time, you'd

room to sleep in. But as soon as

She tried to keep her voice calm,

He didn't budge.

her neck, breathing her in. Their skin touched;

when his husky voice

me hold you for

off," Mila said coldly. "You're

sharp tongue. You just love getting under

grabbing a coat from the rack, he wrapped

"What are you doing?"

resisting. "I want to go

when

tried to smack him. He caught her easily, scooped her up (never mind she

through the lobby with everyone watching,

waiting at the curb. As soon as

go back, I'm not even

I'll be

"Be my―!"

went nowhere. Mila just curled up in the back seat, wrapped in his coat, staring

Lysander didn't tease her any

as dusk gave way to full night, the car finally stopped in front of a secluded garden. Lysander got out

the garden beyond. "Where are we? You're not going to murder me, are

laughed and simply lifted her out of the car, carrying her down a path

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