Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 466

Laughter rippled through the cozy restaurant.

Suddenly, the bright red front doors swung open with a bang, and two people strode inside, drawing every eye. Mila, seated by the entrance facing outward, caught sight of them immediately. Her hand froze mid-air, fork poised above her plate.

She recognized them both at once-the Pembroke siblings.

They saw her, too. Sophia Pembroke, draped in a crimson coat over her shoulders, barely glanced Mila's way, her face unreadable. Behind her, Nathaniel Pembroke looked startled-no, more like panicked. He instinctively reached out to tug Sophia's sleeve, clearly eager to turn around and leave.

But Sophia Pembroke was not someone so easily redirected.

Within moments, both siblings had seated themselves at Mila and Forrest's table, making themselves perfectly at home. Without so much as a greeting, Sophia turned and called out for the owner. "Another place setting, please!"

"Come on, Soph, can't you see they're having a private conversation?" Nathaniel tried to pull his sister away, but she slapped his hand aside with a cold glare. "If you're not eating, then leave."

Nathaniel fell silent, shoulders hunched.

Ignoring her brother, Sophia fixed her eyes on Mila. "Dinner's on me tonight."

"That won't be necessary," Forrest interjected before Mila could respond. "Sorry, but this meal is my treat for Mimi."

It was a clear and unmistakable dismissal.

bother replying. Instead, she rummaged through the folds of her crimson coat, producing a

Forrest said lightly, his pleasant smile never

smoke here!" Nathaniel chimed in, then, remembering his sister's utter disregard for rules, quickly added, "Also, the owner's

so sooner." Sophia's brows drew together, her patience already thinning, but she didn't light the cigarette. Instead, she tucked it behind her ear and called out again, this time

His sister had only been out of prison a few months and had just come back from abroad. He'd been taking her out, hoping she'd readjust and stay

could do was silently pray the situation didn't

table?" Sophia didn't even glance at him, just waved him off. The owner, used to this kind of thing, set

you're not eating, stop blocking the light. You're in the way,"

her fork and shooting Nathaniel

too afraid of what his sister might do if left alone. He sat down awkwardly in the only empty seat-right across from Sophia-offering apologetic smiles to Mila

...

to several bites, noticing that the others hadn't touched their

good. Want to try some?" Mila surprised

Sophia declined with a

Mila agreed, as if

the wary gazes of the two men, the tension at the table seemed to dissolve into a calm, almost friendly conversation about food. If not for

then, Sophia abruptly changed the subject. "Didn't

idiot son still asks about

her several times even messaging her, demanding