Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 421

"I don't see you holding back, either!" Mila hissed through clenched teeth.

"Darling, now, that's not fair," the man answered, a few ragged breaths escaping him, his voice rough with laughter. "Of all people, shouldn't you know best whether I held back or not?"

Mila fell silent.

After so many years together, she couldn't deny Lysander was right. But she was still furious. She simply shut her eyes and lay still, pretending she'd just been bitten by a stray dog again.

Lysander, of course, knew she wouldn't rise to the bait.

He was only teasing, anyway.

Over the years, she'd never once been the one to initiate-well, actually, there was that one time she had, but the consequences had been more than she could handle. After that, she never tried again; it was always Lysander, endlessly taking what he wanted.

He knew everything about her.

Every sensitivity, every weakness.

From behind, his breath grew heavier. Suddenly, his teeth grazed her shoulder, making her shudder. He carefully avoided her wound, then pressed a warm, soothing kiss to her skin, gentle as spring rain, blurring her thoughts until she drifted off, lost in the haze of night.

*Smack!*

The next morning, Mila woke in the car, a sharp ache radiating from her thighs. Her anger flared all over again, and she slapped Lysander across the face.

He took it with a grin, eyes bright and full of mischief, pretending to wince in pain. He grabbed her hand and blew gently on her palm, putting on a show of concern, warning her that if she kept at it, her hand would swell.

grew

It took all her strength to kick him away and

ship's

faint red handprint on Lysander's cheek and burst out laughing, all business forgotten as he

what happened to your face?" Francis circled

are you?" Lysander replied, smiling with a maddening air of

look, Francis immediately raised his hand. "Stop! Not interested.

he wanted to know-Lysander's happiness only made

own woes worse.

the bone while you're living the high life," Francis grumbled.

replied, sipping his coffee with lazy elegance. "Just a

indulged-just

no difference!" Francis smacked the table. "That's it, I can't take it anymore. I need a drink-the biggest bottle you've

into oblivion for all I care. But for now, if you so much as touch a

with a tight-lipped smile. "You're a devil-straight

good a mood to argue. "So,

red hair, expression turning serious. "The old bastard's men came sniffing around, just like we expected. They tailed you every time you went out,

mused, quiet for a moment. "Then we're on the same page. They'll wait for Rome to

"So, what's our move?"

his lips. "But first, there's somewhere I want to take her a place I've wanted to

shook his head with a

woke, the

we heading to Rome?" she asked, picking at the lunch that