Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 503

He wanted to know more about Mimi's past.

Stories told in her own words.

"And then," Mila glanced sideways at the grand, elegant living room, her voice softening, "my grandmother passed away. My great aunt left home, disappeared without a word."

Forrest froze.

Mila suddenly turned back, a smile breaking across her face. "Forrest, did you know? My grandma was an amazing cook. She used to make the best peanut and wild greens salad-my great aunt and I would fight over it! On summer nights, we'd drag out old cots into the garden, cover them with gauzy sheets, and fall asleep under the stars. Grandma would always tell me, 'Your great aunt is so capable, such a strong woman. You must always listen to her...""

"See? My grandma was incredible too. She was right, of course-my great aunt is the most amazing person I've ever met! Ever since I was little, I wanted to be just like her..."

Forrest noticed the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about those days.

It was as if childhood hunger and hardship barely mattered. All that remained was a little girl in a country cottage, cared for by two old women, drifting off beneath a canopy of stars, the taste of simple home-cooked meals lingering on her tongue, and the soft, loving words whispered in her ear...

It was these ordinary, fleeting moments of warmth that made up the resilient, sunny soul at Mimi's core.

Forrest's heart clenched painfully.

He admired her her energy, her resilience, her optimism. But he couldn't help aching for the rough, thorny road she'd traveled.

A past he could never change.

"Forrest," Mila suddenly gripped his hand, hesitating, "but my great aunt... she can be a little stubborn. She's strong-willed and, well... mostly, she just worries about me too much. If she's offended you in any way, could you..."

"Mimi."

Forrest cut her off, smiling helplessly. "Honestly, I'm starting to worry-how am I ever supposed to love you more than your great aunt does?"

Mila stood there, stunned.

every time, he managed to surprise her even more. Her mind went

slender, fair hand and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll do my

in an instant, but it

Oh, God.

her fingers slipped away, he caught her, laughter

you honor me

hasn't even started

pulled free, fleeing in

...

figure hidden by the staircase behind the

stood halfway up the stairs, half-shrouded in darkness, lips unable to

a while,

the rose garden to tend her flowers. But she nearly collided with the butler,

"What's wrong?" she asked.

butler was always composed-never like

said, bowing respectfully, hesitating, "...the Montgomery family patriarch sent an

Jade stopped, frowning.

Lysander's grandfather.

heard of him—an old lion of the military,

force to be reckoned

They had never met.

stories had

old fox want with her

couldn't be

the butler

should I?" Jade

happen if I refuse? Is he going to fly all the way to England?

who knew how many military secrets he held? Even retired, a man like him would be under constant protection, his movements tightly controlled. There was no way he was