Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 465

Mila understood immediately.

There are always those people in the world-people with plenty of money and plenty of time, who do things purely out of passion. This little private bistro was probably run by just such a person. And more often than not, people like that do things exceptionally well.

The thought made her all the more eager for the meal to come.

She was a true foodie, after all.

To her surprise, the owner and chef turned out to be a young man. He greeted Forrest with a nod, gave Mila a polite acknowledgment, and then disappeared into the kitchen without even asking for their order.

"The menu here depends entirely on the chef's mood," Forrest explained with a smile. "It changes every day-whatever the chef feels like making, that's what you get."

"What a playful approach," Mila chuckled.

She understood this mindset well. In her own work as an artist and designer, she also followed her instincts and personal style. She admired people who lived the same way, never seeing it as odd—if anything, she found it refreshing and delightful.

They waited a good while before the chef finally emerged, carrying plates of beautifully arranged food. It wasn't just for their table; Leonard, who had come in after them and was sitting a little farther away, received the same treatment.

The chef seemed unconcerned about any lingering drama between his customers.

Once you stepped through his door,

you were his guest.

Soon, the table was covered with a spread of familiar comfort food-some dishes artfully plated, others thrown together in a more rustic fashion. Clearly, even the presentation depended on the chef's mood.

glistening dish of caramelized sweet potatoes. As she lifted a piece, a shimmering thread

and fragrant. Her eyes lit up in delight, and in that moment, she finally understood

her

thing once, back when she and Forrest were in college in Kingsford, hunting for hidden culinary gems. That restaurant had closed down soon after, and she'd never found another place that made caramelized sweet potatoes quite so perfectly. She'd even tried to make them herself, but the flavor was never quite right. It had turned into one of those cravings that lingered for years, almost

an authentic, delicious version here—it was

fork didn't

and slowly began peeling shrimp for her, murmuring, “You should try

mouth still

finally protested, "I can peel

peeled shrimp into her bowl before slipping off his gloves and starting on his own food. He knew Mila well-he understood exactly how close he could get without crossing her boundaries. Whenever he edged a little further, he always pulled back at just the right moment, giving her the space she needed to get used to his presence,

was breaking down her defenses,

on respect and

for that, patience was key-something Forrest had in

once before, to be the first person Mila thought of when she imagined getting married. He believed he

things couldn't be exactly as they were in the

found this place, thought of you. But since the menu changes every day, it's really just luck if you get your favorite. Maybe I'll charm the chef into teaching me the recipe. That way, anytime you want it, I can make it for

really teach you?" Mila blurted out, her mind

enough persistence,

she asked. She wanted

I'll teach you. But honestly, it doesn't matter if you learn or not

for the rest of my life," Forrest replied, utterly straightforward, catching Mila

"...," Mila sighed helplessly.

all these years, the man had only gotten bolder. He didn't dodge around her feelings anymore-he gave her no chance to

reminding her, in