Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 430

Chapter 424

Dusk had fallen.

The sea breeze was brisk as the ship docked at port.

Half asleep, Mila was gently awakened. Still bleary-eyed, she changed into a deep blue chiffon gown with puffed sleeves, and made her way up to the deck. Only when she looked out at the dazzling lights on the shore-the silhouette of a city steeped in millennia of history beneath the night sky-did it finally sink in.

They had arrived in Rome.

The capital of the ancient Roman Empire, the pride of its people-The Eternal City. It was also the final destination of their journey.

"Madam, it's time."

On the deck, a strikingly handsome man approached her, his posture exuding effortless confidence. The tailored black suit he wore fluttered slightly in the sea wind. With a gentle smile, he reached out his hand to her, but Mila ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance.

Lysander only chuckled softly.

Unbothered, he withdrew his hand, then fell into step beside her. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, leading her off the ship with an easy intimacy.

Francis shook his head and followed behind.

At the bottom of the gangway, Mila was surprised to see who was waiting at the port. It was Leonard. She hadn't seen him on the island and had assumed Lysander hadn't brought him along on this trip. Now she realized Leonard had simply come ahead to Rome to prepare.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

gravity of the Cossio affair, there was no way Lysander's most trusted man would be

"Sir. Madam."

greeted them quietly, his expression as calm and frosty as ever. He stepped aside to open the

lagged behind, called out, "Lysander, I'll

him away without

who winked

on forced sobriety—but he'd been working alongside Lysander these past few days, planning something.

Lysander replied, his arm still around her waist, their bodies close. He smiled softly. "If you're curious,

her head, her eyes cool and steady.

not important," Lysander replied, his smile easy. "All you need to know is that everything will work out for the best. I'll

was always like

completely in the dark, insisting

mess had little to do with her; she'd just been dragged in by accident. But now that she

Rome flashed by the window, and tourists of every shade strolled the streets, Mila's brow furrowed. Whether by choice or not, she had made it to Rome to the

Lysander would settle old

as she stood on this

really

at her. She was

...

was still lively

of an elegant restaurant crowned by a magnificent sculpted fountain. When Lysander helped Mila out

she asked. "Aren't we supposed to

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