Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 507

No matter what it was.

"...Yeah."

Forcing a smile despite the sting still burning on her lips, Mila managed, "I'm fine. It just caught me off guard for a second, that's all. What are you up to?"

She glanced at the computer, eager to change the subject.

"Jade has already locked down the estate," Forrest replied, setting aside the bottle of antiseptic. He pulled the laptop closer. "I figured I'd check the security footage, see where he went last. Do you want to look?"

He was worried the footage might upset Mila again.

"I do."

With a dangerous man hiding somewhere on the grounds, Mila had regained her composure and wanted nothing more than to find him at the very least, to figure out his motives and prepare accordingly. The thought of someone lurking in the shadows, watching her every move, left her restless and on edge.

She leaned in beside him to watch.

...

The security cameras covered nearly the entire estate. Right now, the ballroom feed was playing, chaos unfolding onscreen.

Jade stood at the center of the dance floor.

A group of servants moved through the crowd, scanning faces. The guests were restless, but with Jade holding command, things hadn't spiraled out of control- though here and there, someone let out a shout of anger.

Forrest dragged the timeline back.

He rewound the footage until the ballroom was empty, then watched as a flood of elegantly dressed guests poured in and the party began.

them stared at

standing at the edge of the dance floor. As

There.

left. A man draped in a black cloak, his face hidden behind a ghastly mask streaked with crimson tears, stepped into view. His purpose was clear: he moved straight

didn't need to

She didn't want to.

whole encounter for the first time. He watched as the masked man finished the dance, pressed a kiss to Mila's

Of course.

himself was crossing the ballroom, and the masked man must have noticed this was a blatant show

not

shot from his knuckles up his arm, sending a sharp ache pounding through his head. His temples throbbed a flare-up of the nerve pain left over from a shattered hand, something that hadn't troubled

Not now.

so Mila wouldn't notice. Beads of sweat gathered on

the masked man slip away, the stolen rose in hand, Forrest knew— there could be no doubt. That

The bastard.

he was supposed to be dead, couldn't he

Haunting them still.

"Forrest?"

almost time

slick with sweat, clenched beneath the table. Worried, she reached out and covered

your hands

in here." Forrest jerked back to

little too stiff

heat creeping in, she figured maybe he really was uncomfortable. She suggested, "If you're that hot, why not take off

that's happened, the party was

teeth, fighting the pain in his hand as he tapped