Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 546

"Why is the window open?"

Early in the morning, Mila felt a chill in the room. She noticed the bedroom window was ajar and muttered to herself as she walked over to close it, tossing the question over her shoulder to Adrian, who had just woken up.

"Adrian, did you or Miss Cara open the window yesterday? Remember to close it after airing out the room-sleeping with the window open at night can make you sick."

"No, we didn't," Adrian replied, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "We played downstairs all day. We never even came up here."

Really?

Mila's hand froze on the window latch.

She distinctly remembered shutting the window before leaving yesterday. No one

else had been home. If it wasn't Adrian or Cara... then who had done it?

A gust of cold air swept in, and a chill ran through her entire body.

Her scalp prickled.

"Adrian, go ahead and get washed up."

She closed the window and hurried straight to the study. The villa was equipped with surveillance cameras; Mila keyed in the password and pulled up the footage. Everything looked normal.

Absolutely normal.

But how could that be, when the window was open?

She was sure her memory hadn't failed her not on something as simple as this, and not just a day ago.

Determined, Mila pulled up the entire day's recordings and began reviewing them frame by frame. Time slipped by, and a cold sweat broke out on her skin. Something was wrong with the footage-there were signs it had been tampered with.

Which meant-

Someone had entered her house yesterday, without her knowledge. No, wait.

It might have happened more than once.

was just the first time she'd

But who? Cossio? Lysander?

was, this place was

and double-checking everything, even combing through her collection room. Nothing seemed

as if someone wanted

dangerous lately, and she should consider moving back to the old family estate or to Lysander's grandfather's place. That made her lean toward the idea

had been Cossio, he probably would have been more

felt more

looking for

words echoed in Mila's mind, darkening her expression. Was this a warning from Lysander? A way to remind her he was always watching,

several deep

Over my dead body.

couldn't stay here another

finished washing up and came out, he found several suitcases stacked in the bedroom. Whatever sleepiness he'd had vanished instantly. "Mom, are we going

zipped up the last suitcase, forcing a smile.

now, so I thought we'd stay somewhere with a nicer view for

are we

with

"Morning, Adrian!"

dark and stormy. He glared at Forrest, who had just stepped out from the house across the street, smiling

agreed to meet this Mr. Whitmore, but that didn't mean it had to be this soon! Why was he

Adrian grabbed Mila's sleeve, clearly unhappy

hadn't had a chance

her fault, really. But everything had happened

She cleared her

beautiful. Mr. Whitmore happens to live across the street, so if I'm ever busy or have to go out, you can ask him for help or just hang

right," Forrest chimed in with a friendly grin. "I'm just across

welcome anytime—make yourself at

I'm not going

"Adrian!"

little embarrassed. "Sorry, he's... I think

said gently, understanding in his eyes. He wasn't in any rush. Instead, he helped Mila carry the suitcases in from

was inside, he finally asked, "What made you move here so