Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 516

Hearing Mila's answer, Forrest finally couldn't hold back-he let out a low, quiet laugh against her neck, the vibration making her ears tingle and burn.

"What's so funny?" Mila shifted uncomfortably, trying to turn her head.

"I'm just happy," Forrest murmured, his tone gentle and teasing. "It's the first time you've made a promise like that to me. I can't help but feel thrilled."

Did this mean he was getting closer to her heart?

How could he not be overjoyed?

Mila's face was burning, the heat of his breath on her skin sending her temperature soaring. She hurriedly pushed him away and scooted to the side- only to hear him let out a soft groan.

"What happened? Did I hit your wound?" she asked anxiously, immediately moving closer again. She reached for his injured left hand to check, but before she could, Forrest caught her hand in his, resting his chin lightly on her raised knuckles. He looked up at her, his gaze warm and a little bit yearning.

"Mimi, at tonight's ball, I found you at last. But I never got the chance to invite you to share a dance with me."

But the ball was already over.

Mila blinked in surprise.

Because tonight was a masquerade, Forrest hadn't worn his usual silver-rimmed glasses; without the barrier of the lenses, his gaze was bolder than ever. She could see it clearly now-those striking eyes, filled with a gentle, unguarded affection.

was so intense, yet so

as if he were shining, the look in his eyes almost making hers ache.

broke the spell. Startled, both

in the doorway of the guest room, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't

before closing the door, she paused, then called back into the

replied with

...

After a couple of seconds, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Oh, right! Back in the garden, you said you

time, she'd been too shaken up

skipped a beat. She didn't actually have anything urgent to discuss; back in the garden, she'd just used it as an excuse to get Mila away, just like

over, watching the strange atmosphere between Mila and Forrest in the room. Remembering Lysander's threat,

important thing is what I mentioned before-have you thought about it? If you've made up your mind,

for a second, then it clicked-oh, right. Miranda's whole 'hunting ground' theory, something about taking control instead

Her answer hadn't changed.

Why should I let him make this into some kind of game?" she said, honestly confused. "What's the point? And what do

her head, trying to

the initiative-try to get information from him,

Mila fell silent.

some regular guy? lived with him for years. I may not know everything about him, but trust metrying to trick him will only make him angrier.

plan was basically