Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 463

After running herself ragged for days and barely catching any sleep the last two nights, Mila finally decided to give herself a proper day off-the perfect opportunity to accept Forrest's invitation.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Forrest glanced at the rearview mirror as he pulled up in front of Montgomery Holdings to pick Mila up. He couldn't help but notice the car trailing them,

Leonard's, keeping a respectful distance. Even though he knew the Montgomery family was just trying to keep Mila safe, he still wasn't used to it.

Mila just sighed. "Let's just roll with it. I'd rather they follow in plain sight than sneak around."

Forrest didn't reply, but Mila could tell he was still uneasy.

"So, where are we going? What's for lunch?" Mila was still thinking about Forrest's promise of good food. He was a whiz in the kitchen and always put extra thought into dining out. Back in college, he'd always sniffed out the best spots before anyone else.

He was basically a walking food radar.

"That's a secret," Forrest said, grinning.

"Again with the suspense," Mila muttered, finally letting herself relax in the passenger seat. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Mind if I catch a quick nap?"

"Didn't sleep well?"

Forrest caught the shadows under her eyes in his peripheral vision.

"... Yeah," she murmured, already half-asleep.

his brow fading away. When they hit a red light, he quietly draped his jacket over her, eased her seat back

slept deeply, more comfortably than she

streaming through the window. Shielding

longer?" Forrest asked, twisting in his seat to smile at

me?" Mila sat up quickly, his white jacket slipping off her shoulders. She caught

studied her

off. She peered out the window at the quiet side street. "Where are we? I don't see a

there yet," Forrest replied, moving closer to unfasten her seatbelt. "We'll have to walk the rest of

"Oh, right."

was bursting with tiny pink blossoms. Narrow, winding lanes snaked between mismatched townhouses—the kind of

shot a casual glance at the car parked a block away. Leonard was leaning

called out to Mila, who was admiring the flowering tree. "Hey, Mimi-this

"Coming!"

was quiet and

white jacket slung casually over one arm-walked side-by-side with Mila who for once wore a soft

kept a

photo of the pair ahead. But at that precise moment, Forrest glanced back, his gaze sharp behind

shutter, his face unreadable, as if he saw

Forrest narrowed his eyes.

That guy...

"Forrest?"

suddenly fallen silent, Mila stopped too and

alley, then let

sticking