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.

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

Sutherland, these are dangerous times. No one outside the Montgomery family can really be trusted

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

"I'm the most reliable."

don't

either side of the road, making the leaves whisper in the darkness. Neither of them spoke. Mila sat inside the car, Leonard stood

Leonard didn't argue back.

chaotic night eight years ago, when he'd locked her in

for a year. Now, her patience had

that didn't change

matter how you treat me, I just ask that you not be reckless about this," Leonard said quietly. "Your safety is more important

Mila shouted, her voice cracking. "And

twitched. For a long moment he stared off into the darkness, his voice

was also

she didn't

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

thought, then felt a wave of exhaustion and defeat. A hound? Since when did she start

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

chill-he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

herself. She shoved it off, retreating further into

composure. When she finally spoke, her voice was cool, no

"...Yes."