Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 482

"What's wrong?"

Mila, lost in her thoughts, noticed Felicity had fallen silent for a while. She quickly looked up and asked her.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Felicity pointed behind Mila, grinning. "I just saw the most gorgeous guy over there... but wait, where did he go?"

A gorgeous guy?

Mila immediately thought of someone, spun around to look, but all she saw were the restaurant's other patrons milling about. No handsome stranger in sight.

"He's gone already," Felicity sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. "I wanted you to see him. He really was something."

"What was so nice to look at?"

Conrad appeared, balancing a tray piled with crispy fried chicken and glasses of ice-cold cola—both things Felicity had argued fiercely for, nearly losing her temper to get her way. He caught their conversation and chimed in.

"Hmph, not telling you," Felicity huffed, digging into her food. She wasn't about to let Conrad share in her little bubble of happiness—not when he policed even her choice of snacks.

Conrad turned to Mila for answers instead.

But Mila just sat there, looking oddly distracted. She seemed miles away, lost in thought, and didn't even respond after Conrad called her name a couple of times.

Outside, Eugene slipped through the small side door of the restaurant. He leaned against the wall, tugging his cap low to shade his face. After a moment, he pushed the brim back up, his expression now carefully blank.

His emotions were a tangled mess.

Thoughts crashed over him in waves, too fast and too many to sort out. He needed somewhere quiet to clear his head, somewhere to think.

He was just about to leave the amusement park when he noticed, not far off, an employee in an oversized mascot suit a giant brown bear-handing out helium balloons to a crowd of excited kids.

then changed direction and

Back inside the restaurant,

Mila and her friends decided to head out again-Felicity, never one to stay cooped up indoors,

Mila. She was visibly more relaxed,

had just gotten off the log flume ride, hair slightly damp and spirits high. Felicity, still riding a wave of excitement, made a beeline for the next attraction-only to bump straight into a

instantly apologetic, assuming

out the last helium balloon in his paw,

could reach for the string, Conrad-who had caught up-pulled her protectively behind

huge head,

Felicity protested, landing a light punch on Conrad's back. Ignoring his sour look, she

hurried forward

mascot, so she asked, and the bear silently pulled out a phone and held

pointed at Felicity and mimed a

then gave a small sigh and turned to Felicity. "Um, he says he doesn't want money. He thinks you're...

"Sure!" Felicity answered, delighted.

Conrad's voice rang out at the same time, but his protest

the picture had to be taken on their own phone-ke absolutely refused to let

offered to use

balloon and grinning from ear to ear.

the big bear a hug and waved. "Bye, Mr. Bear! You're adorable,

...

mascot shuffled away, swaying with each

alley, the bear pulled off the oversized head, revealing Eugene's face-damp with sweat

His eyes were red.

shrugged out of the heavy costume, fished out his phone, and opened his sister's chat window. There it was: the photo

arms

only photo with his

she'd