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.

her peaceful, unguarded face and breathed in the soft scent of jasmine that filled the car. Forrest's smile deepened, 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 slowed his

slept deeply, more comfortably

streaming through the window. Shielding

to sleep a little longer?" Forrest asked, twisting in his seat

his white jacket slipping off her shoulders. She caught a faint whiff of

didn't want to wake you." He studied her face

She peered out the window at

replied, moving closer to unfasten her seatbelt. "We'll have

"Oh, right."

and a breeze carried fluffy seeds through the air. At the corner, a tree was bursting with tiny pink blossoms. Narrow, winding lanes snaked between mismatched townhouses—the kind of

parked a block away. Leonard was

who was admiring the flowering tree. "Hey, Mimi-this way, it's further

"Coming!"

alley was quiet

with Mila who for once

kept a steady distance

something, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the pair ahead. But at that

unreadable, as if

Forrest narrowed his eyes.

That guy...

"Forrest?"

silent, Mila stopped too and

the alley, then

really is sticking close, she