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.

same 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

remained steady. "Chairman Sutherland, these are dangerous times. No one

trust your precious Montgomery family, 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

wind rustled through the trees on either side of the road, making the leaves whisper in the darkness. Neither of them spoke. Mila sat inside the car, Leonard stood outside, and they just

Leonard didn't argue back.

he'd locked her in a room on Lysander's orders and ignored her desperate screams for help. He'd

held out for a year. Now,

that didn't change

much 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

shouted, her voice cracking. "And I. Don't.

Leonard's jaw twitched. For a long moment he stared off into the darkness, his voice

also his

if she

the man in front of her. For some reason, an absurd thought popped into her head-Lysander's

wave of exhaustion and defeat.

disposable tools-like loyal 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 to scream. She clutched hepmug tightly, speechless with frustration. Was she being influenced by them, or was

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, it's cold tonight. Let's

warmth of the jacket startled Mila back to herself. She shoved it off,

cool, no longer combative. "Once the Cossio business is finished, are you finally going to leave me

"...Yes."