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.

excuse. Mila was sick of hearing it. After everything that had happened lately, her patience was wearing thin. She finally lost it. "That still doesn't give you the right to stalk me! Stop following me. I'll hire

steady. "Chairman Sutherland, these are dangerous times. No one outside the Montgomery

your precious Montgomery family, all right." Mila's voice was icy. "But you're not the only one

"I'm the most reliable."

don't want

car, Leonard stood outside, and they just stared at each

Leonard didn't argue back.

that chaotic night eight years ago, when he'd locked her in a room on Lysander's orders and ignored her desperate screams for help. He'd always

year. Now, her patience had

that didn't

how you treat me, I just ask that you not be reckless about

shouted, her voice cracking.

muscle in Leonard's jaw twitched. For a long moment he stared off into the darkness, his voice empty of emotion when he finally spoke. "Protecting you is

also

if she didn't want

popped into her head-Lysander's loyal hound. Even after his

own thought, then felt a wave of exhaustion and defeat. A hound? Since

here she was, catching herself thinking the same way. The realization made her want to scream. She clutched hepmug tightly, speechless with frustration. Was she being influenced by them, or was she just too angry to

her silence, and 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 it over her shoulders. "Chairman Sutherland,

startled Mila back to herself. She shoved it off,

her composure. When she finally spoke, her voice was cool,

"...Yes."