Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 462

Just outside the cemetery.

Two cars were parked along the tree-lined road. The orange one had its door swung wide open. Mila sat inside, her face pale, clutching a travel mug as she took slow sips of warm water. Only after a long moment did she finally glare at Leonard, who stood outside by the door. "Seriously? You had to sneak out here in the middle of the night just to scare me?"

Honestly—did he not know how dangerous it was to startle people like that?

Was he out of his mind?

Leonard's expression was unreadable, though there was a faint note of resignation in his voice. "Ma'am, you left home alone in the middle of the night, and came to this place. I was worried something might happen, so I followed you.

I never intended to frighten you-"

"Don't call me ma'am!" Mila snapped.

He paused. "... Chairman Sutherland."

"Were you spying on me? Following me?" Mila's voice went cold as realization dawned.

"I need to keep you safe at all times," Leonard replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "And since you left Mr. Montgomery's estate, I was always going to know."

Safe. There it was again.

Always about her safety.

After everything that had happened lately, her patience was wearing thin. She finally lost it. "That still doesn't

No one outside the Montgomery family can

right." Mila's voice was icy. "But you're not the only one in it capable

"I'm the most reliable."

don't

the darkness. Neither of them spoke. Mila sat inside the car, Leonard stood outside, and they just stared at each other, silent, both tense and unyielding. Finally, with her nerves shot from too many shocks over these past days, Mila

Leonard didn't argue back.

her in a room on Lysander's orders and ignored her

out for a year. Now, her patience

that didn't change

you despise me, no matter how you treat me, I just ask that you not be reckless about this," Leonard said quietly. "Your safety is more important than anything.

shouted, her voice

a long moment he stared off into the darkness, his voice empty of emotion

also

she didn't

For some reason, an absurd thought popped into her head-Lysander's loyal hound. Even after his master was gone, he

own thought, then felt a wave of exhaustion and

dogs to be thrown away when no longer useful. And now, here she was, catching herself thinking the same way. The

after a moment's hesitation-seeing she'd gone out in a rush and wasn't dressed for the chill-he slipped off his suit jacket and draped

back to herself. She shoved it off, retreating

was cool, no longer combative. "Once the Cossio business is finished,

"...Yes."