Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

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 left

"Sir. Madam."

quietly, his expression as calm and frosty as ever. He stepped aside to open the car door, waiting silently for

Francis, who had lagged behind, called out, "Lysander, I'll head off

him away

out the window at Francis, who winked and grinned at her. She frowned, puzzled. "He's

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

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

Mila said, turning her head, her eyes cool and

to know is that everything will work out for the best.

always like

in the dark, insisting she simply wait

with her; she'd just been dragged in

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 very place Lysander had called the end

was that here, Lysander would settle old scores and finally confront

as she stood on this stage, she knew almost

she really

her. She

...

Rome was still

elegant restaurant crowned by a magnificent sculpted fountain. When Lysander helped Mila out of the car, she was still

asked. "Aren't