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.

crimson coat, producing a battered metal cigarette case. She flicked out a slim cigarette,

in here," Forrest said lightly,

right, Soph, you can't smoke here!" Nathaniel chimed in, then, remembering his sister's utter

said 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

we just move to another table?" Nathaniel's nerves were visibly frayed. 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 out of trouble-he'd brought her here for

was silently pray

owner finally arrived, carrying two more place settings, he asked lazily, "Want to move to another table?" Sophia didn't even glance at him, just waved him off. The owner, used to this kind of thing, set down the plates and left without another word. This restaurant was more of a hobby than a business for him—one more customer

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

up her fork and shooting

sister might do if left alone. He sat down awkwardly

...

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

sweet potato casserole is actually pretty good. Want to try some?" Mila

a shrug.

Mila agreed, as if nothing was out of the

under 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 Nathaniel's anxious expression, it might have looked like any ordinary dinner among

Sophia abruptly changed the subject.

My idiot

incident at the party, Sophia had somehow gotten hold of Mila's number, calling her several times even messaging her, demanding