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.

not it..." Mila replied,

But as for the blind date... let's talk about it when I get there.

convinced her indignant aunt to go to bed. Mila wasted no time booking a flight to London for

didn't want another

wanted Jade to

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 silk roses cinching her waist. On her wrist, she

She looked radiant.

dressed in white-caught sight of her from his table by the window. His eyes lit

rest in his as

Forrest said, handing her the menu. "But see

is fine,"

last thing on her

her a glass of

glanced at

Forrest's calm features softened; a gentle smile lingered, but his voice grew serious. "Do

my aunt. She's setting me up on another blind

his smile fading as he looked at her with sudden intensity. Still, his tone was

what you do. thought we'd talked

to give us a

what was

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