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.

caramelized sweet potatoes. As she lifted a piece, a shimmering thread of sugar stretched all the way to

gave way to a soft, almost creamy center, sticky-sweet and fragrant. Her eyes

her

another place that made caramelized sweet potatoes quite so perfectly. She'd even tried to make them herself, but the flavor was never

expected to find such an authentic, delicious version here—it was a

fork didn't

and slowly began peeling shrimp for her, murmuring, “You should try some of the other dishes

a muffled "Mmm-hmm," mouth

peel my own shrimp,

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

was breaking down her defenses, bit

on respect and equality, something lasting

was

of when she imagined getting married. He believed

couldn't be exactly as they

of beef in Mila's bowl. "I knew you loved caramelized sweet potatoes. As soon as I 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

chef really teach you?" Mila blurted out, her

persistence,

lessons?" she

honestly, it doesn't matter if you learn

of my life," Forrest replied,

"...," Mila sighed helplessly.

had only gotten bolder. He didn't dodge around her feelings anymore-he gave her no chance to sidestep

her, in