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.

didn't bother replying. Instead, she rummaged through the folds of her crimson coat, producing a battered metal cigarette case. She flicked out a slim cigarette, placed it between her lips, and reached for her

no smoking in here," Forrest said lightly, his pleasant smile never

remembering his sister's utter disregard for rules, quickly added, "Also, the owner's a good friend of

didn't light the cigarette. Instead, she tucked it behind her ear and called out

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

was

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 or

the light. You're in the way," Sophia

and shooting Nathaniel a

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 and Forrest. Unlike his sister, he

...

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

is actually pretty good. Want to try some?" Mila surprised everyone by

sweet." Sophia declined with a shrug. "The fish is

Mila agreed, as if nothing

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

abruptly changed the subject.

idiot son still asks about

Mila's number, calling her several