Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 458

Based on what Leonard knew about Mila, she was never the type to fall for someone so easily-especially not a man she'd only met once. Did she really know the guy at all?

And this wasn't just any trivial matter-it was marriage.

He had to admit, though, Johnnie was certainly attractive. But Mila had seen plenty of handsome men in her life, some even better looking than him. Her last boyfriend, for instance.

Was it just his youth and good looks that drew her in?

Leonard hesitated for a moment, the question gnawing at him. In the end, he knew he had to ask, even if it made him sound intrusive. As their car inched forward through a traffic jam, he finally found the words. "Chairman Sutherland, are you planning to remarry?"

Mila didn't bother to sugarcoat her response for Leonard. Her tone was cool, almost dismissive. "And what's that got to do with you?"

It was bad enough he'd meddled with her security arrangements back home. Now he wanted to interfere in her personal life, too? Did he truly have so much free time?

"That's not what I meant," Leonard said, trying to keep his tone diplomatic. "It's just... In Mr. Sutherland's will, he requested that if you ever considered remarriage, the Montgomery family should help vet the man's character for you. If he's a good sort, the Montgomery family will personally organize the wedding- only the very best standards, of course. That way, Mr. Sutherland can rest easy... wherever he is."

"Vet his character?" Mila let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

Lysander, of all people, wanting to vet someone else's character? She'd be grateful enough not to end up with another man like him. Since when had Lysander ever been generous or well-meaning?

man wouldn't get so riled up he'd climb out of his grave to hassle her again. He'd always been a

mood soured. She turned to stare out the car window. The city lights shimmered in the night, and the traffic ahead had finally started moving. Her

Montgomery Manor

slipping lately but whose spirits ran high,

amazing! What is

I guess." Mila remembered her earlier meeting with Johnnie-she hadn't thought the

roses," Felicity said, hugging Mila and breathing in

it?" Mila

"I love it!"

If I can get my hands on it, I'll bring

"Mila, you're the best!"

tugged Mila toward the art studio, brimming with energy. "Come on,

interjected, but when Felicity shot him a glare, he fell silent,

Mila followed Felicity into the studio and immediately spotted the painting at the center of the room. Unlike Felicity's previous, death-tinged

sea was created from layered shades of blue, vast and full of motion. White seagulls soared overhead,

alive-creative and

time. Her chest tightened, and she felt a sting in her

paint those twisted, morbid

here was proof she was capable of so much more. Was this the real Felicity, before darkness