Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 521

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.

intense, yet

her so directly, as if he were shining, the look in his eyes almost making hers ache. She wanted to

Startled, both of them glanced toward

the guest room, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to

okay." Mila quickly stood up and followed Miranda out. Just before closing the door, she paused, then called back

replied with

...

bedroom at the far end of the hallway. After a couple of

too shaken up

didn't actually have anything urgent to discuss; back in the garden, she'd just used it as

between Mila and Forrest in the room. Remembering

mentioned before-have you thought about it? If you've made up your mind,

it clicked-oh, right. Miranda's whole 'hunting ground' theory, something about taking control instead of

Her answer hadn't changed.

some kind of game?" she said, honestly confused. "What's the point? And

her head, trying

initiative-try to get information from him, find out what he's up to? That way you can turn the tables, or at least be

Mila fell silent.

you're oversimplifying Lysander. You think he's just some regular guy? lived with him for years. I may not know everything about him, but trust

was basically everything he hated

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