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.

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

comfortably than she had in

blinking against the sunlight streaming through the window. Shielding her eyes, she realized with a start that the car had

you going to sleep a little longer?" Forrest asked, twisting in his seat to smile at

her shoulders. She caught a faint

studied her face for a moment before asking, "Not sleeping well-are you

answered, brushing it off. She peered out the window at the quiet side street. "Where are we? I don't

her seatbelt. "We'll have to walk the rest of the way-these little alleys aren't

"Oh, right."

the air. At the corner, a tree was bursting with tiny pink blossoms.

the car parked a block away. Leonard was leaning against the door, watching them with his usual

Mila, who was admiring the flowering tree.

"Coming!"

alley was quiet

white jacket slung casually over one arm-walked side-by-side with Mila who for once wore a soft knit dress instead of her usual business

kept a steady

remembering something, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the pair

calmly pressed the shutter, his face unreadable, as if he saw nothing unusual about

Forrest narrowed his eyes.

That guy...

"Forrest?"

fallen silent, Mila

back down the alley, then let out a

sticking close, she