Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 428

"Do you like it?"

That night, back at the hotel, Mila stepped out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the jeweled dagger resting on the nightstand.

It was a work of art-small, exquisite. The hilt was inlaid with emeralds, and the solid gold sheath, etched with ancient patterns, glittered with diamonds. It looked less like a weapon and more like a priceless antique. When she drew the blade, the cold, curved steel caught the light, gleaming sharply-a crescent moon of silver.

Exactly what she'd wanted.

She hadn't expected him to find it so quickly.

Mila gave the dagger an experimental flick, slicing cleanly through the loose front of a man's robe with barely any effort. The fabric fell away, revealing a chest still misted from a recent shower, muscles taut beneath the skin.

"Haven't you gotten enough of me tonight, darling?"

Despite nearly getting nicked, Lysander didn't even flinch. He just grinned, lazy and unbothered, as if the threat of a blade was an everyday amusement.

Mila shot him a look, not dignifying his nonsense with a response. She sheathed the dagger and examined it with curiosity. "Where did you get this?"

"It's an antique," Lysander replied with a chuckle, utterly casual. "You said you needed one urgently. I couldn't find the right kind on short notice, so I sent Leonard to the local auction house and had him buy this for you. Supposedly, it was once a royal gift between two Western empires."

An antique, after all.

Well-sharp enough, and that's what mattered.

Now that she had what she wanted, Mila ignored the man and decided she'd sleep with the dagger by her side tonight.

But just as she turned away, his hand closed around her arm.

"My dear," Lysander pulled her into his arms, lowering his head until his chin rested on her hair, laughter rumbling in his chest. "You get your gift and now you're just going to ignore me? Aren't you forgetting something in return?"

So she couldn't just walk away.

After a pause, she asked coolly, "What do you want?"

"You know."

teasing in his voice. Mila shut her eyes briefly, then opened them again. Suddenly, she spun around, grabbed the torn edge of his robe, and yanked him down, retaliating with a fierce

Bastard.

back-a drop of blood beaded at

trembling in surprise. He barely had time to react before the bedroom

"Sir."

was Leonard's voice from

was interrupting at this hour, it had to be urgent. Lysander pressed a hard kiss to Mila's lips, lingering until his breath was ragged,

"I'll be back."

Lysander shut the bedroom door behind him,

Leonard said, handing

party invitation. At the bottom, the host's

real invitation to a knife fight," Lysander scoffed, tossing the

wants to play games with

my ancestors perfected centuries ago.

you go?"

as he grasped the doorknob, twisting it open with a

Back in the bedroom.

under the covers, perfectly still, as if asleep. Lysander thought about waking her, tempted

Caller ID: Son.

a video call from

"What's wrong, buddy?"

lowering his voice as he walked out onto the balcony and slid the glass door closed

"Dad, I miss you."

was pale, his mood downcast. "You've been gone

miss you and Mom. Dad,

"I did."

lit up. "Where's

After a moment, he slid the glass door open again, returned to the

wants to see

woman on the bed didn't stir, didn't answer. She seemed deeply

voice rose, calling out, "Mom! Mom, I miss

eaten well and done my schoolwork, I've