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 a little

...

Bedroom.

she showered quickly, then slipped into a silk nightgown. When she

overbearing, never caring what she wanted if he'd already made up his mind. She didn't even have the energy to

with a man like this and

finding another room to sleep in. But as soon as she opened it, he pinned her against

her voice calm,

He didn't budge.

neck, breathing her in. Their skin touched;

him away when his husky voice rumbled beside

hold you for a

off," Mila said coldly. "You're making me

the sharp tongue. You just love getting

from the rack, he wrapped it around her, buttoned it up despite her protests, and all

"What are you doing?"

clung to the doorframe, resisting.

when we get

planting a quick kiss on her lips—just as she tried to smack him. He caught her easily, scooped her up (never

everyone watching,

curb. As soon as they got in,

go back, I'm

I'll be

"Be my―!"

just curled up in the back seat, wrapped in his coat, staring out the window at the scenery flashing

tease her any further. The ride was

full night, the car finally stopped in front of a secluded garden. Lysander

softly glowing string lights in the garden

car, carrying her down a

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