Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 445

As long as the Cossio affair is resolved.

Adrian glanced at Mila, as if making sure his mother was telling the truth. Only then did he finally burrow into her embrace, pressing his face against her shoulder and murmuring, his voice muffled.

"I believe you, Mom."

But please... don't lie to me.

Don't be like Dad.

...

That evening, Mila helped Adrian with his homework and played some games with him. When it was time for bed, she gently told him that he was growing up and needed to get used to sleeping on his own. With that, she left his room.

Before leaving, she promised to pick him up from school the next day.

Dropping him off in the morning wasn't an option-her schedule was packed. That night, she left Grandfather's house to attend a business gala she'd committed to long ago.

She chose a powerful, tailored suit in a classic mix of black, white, and gray— sharp, British style. With modest heels clicking on the marble, Mila strode into the glittering event, flanked by Leonard and Cara, both equally impeccably dressed.

"What are you doing here? Cara can handle this just fine," Mila said, her voice cool.

She'd been trying to keep her distance from Leonard as much as possible. Tonight was supposed to be just Cara accompanying her—yet Leonard had insisted on coming along.

"Chairwoman Sutherland, your safety is important," he replied, his tone even.

"I can hire a bodyguard."

"I don't trust them."

her lips together. "Then go find someone you do trust. I'm fine

"No one puts me at

up her pace, heels tapping faster

to keep up. After a few steps, she glanced back at the silent man trailing behind. Unable to resist, she lowered her voice, "Chairwoman Sutherland, Leonard is just looking out for your safety, he—” But Mila shot her a sharp look, and Cara quickly

Mila wasn't angry, she breathed

couldn't help being

perfect. He anticipated what Mila needed, always had the right documents ready, and prepared multiple contingency plans without

who needed a

a mere go-between-her role little more than a glorified messenger. It was clear Mila

competent, loyal-and easy on the eyes, to put it mildly. Having him around the office was a treat for everyone. Yet Mila insisted on keeping him at

If she disliked him so much,

Oh well.

of the wealthy

business of a

striking man striding behind them,

an office heartthrob for free-what more

At the gala,

made her

pleasantries with a

executives from partner

introduced by Ker peers, offered

champagne when her

ghosts really did

as she glided over, every inch the picture of

แ

was cool. "Didn't we just talk