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.

so intense,

in his eyes almost making hers ache. She wanted

cough broke the spell. Startled, both

doorway of the guest room, looking thoroughly embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Mila, I, um, need to talk to you about

followed Miranda out. Just before closing the door, she paused, then called back

Forrest replied with

...

what is it?" Mila asked once they reached the bedroom at the far end of the hallway. After a couple of seconds, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Oh,

the time, she'd been too shaken up to ask,

heart skipped a beat. She didn't actually have anything urgent to discuss; back in the

atmosphere between Mila and Forrest in the room. Remembering Lysander's threat, she'd

what I mentioned before-have you

Miranda's whole 'hunting ground' theory, something about taking

Her answer hadn't changed.

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

head, trying to

he's planning. Isn't it better to take the initiative-try to get information from him, find out what he's up to? That way you can turn the tables,

Mila fell silent.

long moment before sighing. "Miranda, 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 metrying to trick him will only make him

plan was basically everything