Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 426

"Smack!"

Early the next morning.

Lysander woke to the sting of a slap, his sleepy, fox-like eyes blinking in confusion at the woman before him.

"What was that for?" he grumbled, still half in a daze. "What did I do this time?"

Another slap, and it wasn't even dawn yet-what on earth had he done wrong now?

Suppressing the fury that simmered inside her after what she'd overheard the night before, Mila forced a smile onto her face, her expression composed, her voice calm and detached. She pretended nothing was amiss.

"I'm in a bad mood, that's all."

Lysander propped himself up on one elbow, considering her answer for a moment. Then, to her surprise, he gave a lopsided grin and leaned closer.

"Well, if slapping me helps, you can go ahead and do it again. Knock yourself out."

Mila fell silent, unwilling to play along.

How ridiculous, she thought. The lengths this man would go to for his own ends- he'd even let her strike him and act as if it meant nothing. Then again, what was a few slaps to him? If his plan succeeded, she might lose everything her very life would hang in the balance.

A few slaps were a small price for him to pay.

The more she thought about it, the more her resentment burned. Turning away so he wouldn't see the hatred flashing in her eyes, Mila said nothing and disappeared into the bathroom.

She splashed cold water onto her face, finally able to steady her nerves.

Staring at her pale reflection, water trickling down her cheeks, Mila's lips twitched as she forced an unconvincing smile. Her eyes, sharp and amber, remained empty numb, even. The sight chilled her to the bone.

But it didn't matter.

now she

might be nothing but a dead end, but she would never forgive Lysander-the man who had toyed with her from the very beginning, who now dangled her life on

door, his tall silhouette blurred

You've been in there

"...I'm fine."

her face dry, Mila opened the door, her features arranged

we going today?"

He'd always made the plans, and she'd never shown any interest-so why the sudden curiosity? Still, it was a good

bright, expectant gaze, but

car stopped

by the curb, then took Mila's hand and led her away from the bustling crowds

he said, and strode

a tailored suit. Even from behind, he exuded a certain effortless nobility, standing out

was an odd

expression neutral, but couldn't help thinking how rare it was

returned, holding something familiar-a sweet roll filled with whipped

just like the simple pastries

Plain and unremarkable.

him, puzzled.

bun," Lysander replied with a

but she took a small bite anyway, smiling politely as

"It's... fine."

it?" Lysander's hopeful expression faded slightly, hearing the indifference in her

"I didn't say that."

bitterness kept slipping through. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide the impatience and

be told, it tasted just like the old-fashioned cream buns from her

didn't understand why

emotions, Mila forced another gentle