Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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.

love needs a little

...

Bedroom.

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 the room,

always like this-so overbearing, never caring what she wanted if he'd already made up his mind. She didn't even

this and got mad every time, you'd probably die

she headed for the door, intent on finding another room to sleep in. But as soon as she opened it, he pinned her against the frame, locking the door

tried to keep her voice calm, unwilling to waste any more

He didn't budge.

her neck, breathing her in. Their skin touched;

when his

me hold you for

Mila said coldly. "You're making

with the sharp tongue. You

when she tried to kick him. Then, grabbing a coat from the rack, he wrapped it around her, buttoned

"What are you doing?"

resisting.

sleep when we get

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

through the lobby with everyone watching, Mila

already waiting at the curb. As soon as they got in, she

to go back, I'm not even wearing

I'll be

"Be my―!"

seat, wrapped in his coat, staring out the window

surprise, Lysander didn't tease her any further. The ride was

car finally stopped in front of a secluded garden. Lysander got

string lights in the garden beyond. "Where are we? You're not

lifted her out of the car, carrying her down