Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 454

Whether it was her design work or her job at the company, Mila had never

avoided talking about Adrian to her son. If he asked about her projects, she would patiently explain, even though Adrian rarely understood much of it. But that was fine.

Exposure, even if only in passing, was still a kind of subtle education.

This time, though, Adrian understood perfectly. "You're drawing a wedding dress?" He absolutely knew what a wedding dress was and what it was for.

"Mom, are you getting married?" Adrian didn't look thrilled.

Mila couldn't help but laugh and shook her head. "No, sweetheart. This is for a client's wedding, not for me."

But the question sparked a thought. Since the topic had come up, maybe it was a good time to ask Adrian how he'd feel if she ever remarried. Setting down her pen, she smiled at him. "But if Mom did want to get married again, how would you feel about having a new dad?"

Adrian's face fell. "I don't want one."

"Mom, I don't want a new dad. I just want..." He trailed off. His father had always been strict, and Adrian never particularly liked it, but if he could, he'd want that dad back. Not wanting to upset his mom, though, he just finished quietly, "I just want you."

"And if you get married again, will there be other kids? I don't want that! I wouldn't like it!"

All he wanted was for his mom to stay with him.

And he would stay with her, too.

Mila was both amused and exasperated. She'd expected Adrian to resist the idea of a new father, but she hadn't anticipated that he'd already thought about the possibility of new siblings—and was even more strongly opposed to that.

relationship had been exhausting, almost traumatic,

was a bit

not something to rush

did consider remarrying, she'd ask for his opinion first,

night, after dropping him off at her family's old house, her phone buzzed

took her a

had set her up with a blind date, someone from England who'd

was nothing if

close friend; refusing via text would be too dismissive. She decided it would be more respectful to reject him in person. Her great-aunt had even asked her to pick him up at the airport, so Mila messaged to ask about his arrival

night, came

The next afternoon,

parking lot, she hesitated and

is to ensure Chairman Sutherland's

had kept his distance. But now that they were back home, and

"Fine," Mila relented.

to dissuade Leonard was

to come, so

but ask, "Are you picking someone up, Chairman Sutherland?" He hadn't received any updates about

Mila replied, keeping it

didn't feel like chatting, Leonard didn't press further. The sky was tinted gold and the city lights sparkled as they drove toward the

the sky red. Mila stepped out, phone in hand, and suddenly

Awkward.

she didn't have long to dwell on it. A gentle waft of rose perfume floated by, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of a slende, elegant hand reaching toward her. Around the