Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 494

"Mila, I know your last marriage was rough. You're scared, I get that. But you can't let those shadows haunt you forever. Guys like that are rare, you've already gotten rid of him-what's left to be afraid of?"

Jade sighed. "You always run from this stuff. You shut down every bit of hope I have for you, and it worries me."

"Jade..." Mila's voice wavered, eyes growing red.

"I'm not trying to force you." Jade's tone softened. "I know these things take time. I'm not saying you should rush into marriage the moment you meet someone. That would be crazy. But you keep dodging this, and if I don't push you a little, you'll just keep running away from it.”

"...I understand."

"Do you really?" Jade's voice shot up. "You just turned down another one for me today. If this keeps up, when will it ever end? Here's what: you come home for a visit, and this time, I'll supervise your date myself!"

She was convinced Mila hadn't taken any of these setups seriously.

She was going to make sure, for once.

Mila could only sigh helplessly.

She did want to go home-it'd been a while since she'd seen Jade, and she missed her. But going home for a blind date?

Suddenly, an image of someone flashed through her mind. She shook her head quickly, trying to banish it.

"What's this? The moment I mention a date, you don't even want to come home anymore?" Jade picked up immediately on her silence, her voice rising with dramatic flair.

it..." Mila

blind date... let's talk about it when

but she finally convinced her indignant aunt to go to bed. Mila wasted no time booking

really didn't want

she wanted Jade to stop worrying

The next evening.

Continental pulled up in front of a restaurant, its windows aglow. Mila stepped out, dressed in a crisp white Chanel dress that flared just below her knees, a ring of pink-and-white

She looked radiant.

his table

rest in his as

a few dishes I know you like," Forrest said, handing her the menu. "But see if there's

fine," Mila replied

the last thing

bothering you?" Forrest asked as he poured her a glass of red wine,

glanced at him,

Forrest's calm features softened; a

aunt. She's setting me up on

he looked at her with sudden intensity. Still, his tone

matter what you

thought you agreed to give us a chance,

was this all

usually so composed, felt a flash of frustration-he'd thought they'd made progress yesterday. Wasn't