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?

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

the night, and the traffic ahead had finally started moving.

Montgomery Manor

slipping lately but whose spirits ran high, rushed over as soon as she saw Mila, drawn in by the

smell amazing! What is

with Johnnie-she hadn't thought the scent was

hugging Mila and breathing in

it?" Mila smiled, her tone

"I love it!"

ask around tomorrow. If I can get my hands on it, I'll

"Mila, you're the best!"

eyes sparkled with happiness as she tugged Mila toward the art studio, brimming with energy.

glare, he fell silent, flashing Mila a helpless smile when she glanced over in confusion. What was

at the center of the room. Unlike Felicity's previous, death-tinged works-dark and Reavy with shadow-this one was vivid and grand in color: a breathtaking view of a

full of motion. White seagulls soared overhead, while the colorful houses along the coast radiated life

was alive-creative and full

in her nose. For the

paint those twisted, morbid

much more.