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.

no

"Sir. Madam."

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

Francis, who had lagged behind, called out, "Lysander,

him away

car, Mila glanced out the window at Francis, who winked

drank like a fish and was currently on forced sobriety—but he'd been working alongside Lysander these past few days, planning

still around her waist, their bodies close. He smiled softly. "If

her head, her eyes cool and

that everything will work out for the best. I'll keep you safe. Nothing

always like

completely in the dark, insisting she simply wait for the

to do with her; she'd just been dragged in

shade strolled the streets, Mila's brow furrowed. Whether by choice or not, she had made it to Rome to the very place Lysander

that here, Lysander would settle old scores and finally

stood on this stage, she knew

really

her.

...

was still lively and

avenues, coming to a stop in front of an elegant restaurant crowned by a magnificent sculpted fountain. When

asked. "Aren't

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