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.

marriage anytime soon. Her last relationship had been exhausting, almost traumatic, and the divorce had

was a

not something to rush

promising that if she ever did consider remarrying, she'd ask for his

time to spend the whole day with him. That night, after dropping him off at her family's old house, her phone

her a moment

her up with a blind

guy was nothing if not

it was the child of her great-aunt's 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

came

The next afternoon,

parking lot, she hesitated

job is to ensure

were

"Fine," Mila relented.

to dissuade Leonard was

to come, so

couldn't help but ask, "Are you picking someone up, Chairman Sutherland?" He

Mila replied,

like chatting, Leonard didn't press further. The sky was tinted gold and the city lights

stepped out, phone in hand, and suddenly realized-she'd never asked for his phone number, or even his name. How exactly was she supposed

Awkward.

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