Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 547

If Adrian refused to leave, there wasn't much she could do.

All she could do was fulfill her responsibility.

Still, before she left, she had to consider what might happen if Adrian was willing

to go but unable to. She was definitely heading to the UK, which meant she needed someone trustworthy to stay behind and look after Adrian.

The Montgomery family was out of the question-getting them involved would only make things messier.

That left Forrest.

With an organization protecting him, neither Cossio nor the Montgomerys would easily get to Adrian... and, honestly, Forrest was the only person she trusted right now. Leaving Adrian with him gave her peace of mind.

What she didn't expect was just how much Adrian disliked Forrest.

But she had to try.

"Adrian, I'll be heading out soon. During the day, Mr. Whitmore will stay with you. If you need anything-meals, help, whatever-just ask him... If something really comes up, call me, okay?"

Lillian's Manor.

She led Adrian on a short tour of the house, making sure he got his bearings. Once that was done and remembering she had to leave soon-Mila finally spoke.

They'd agreed on this plan the night before.

Adrian wasn't happy, but he nodded.

As Mila's car disappeared down the drive, Adrian's gaze fell on the man in front of him—his gentle smile never wavering. Instantly, Adrian's face darkened. With a huff, he turned to march back inside, making it clear he had no intention of acknowledging Forrest.

He didn't want this man's company at all.

But as he turned, Forrest's hand landed lightly on his shoulder. Before Forrest could say a word, Adrian snapped, "Let go! When Mom gets back, I'm telling her you hit me!"

This little brat.

change moods faster than

wants to see photos of you eating and having fun while she's gone. Otherwise, she'll worry. Are you sure

was clever. After what happened at the Pembroke

decided to

Adrian would

"Don't touch me!"

word of protest, but he wasn't backing down, either; instead,

don't know what you're up to. As long as I'm here, you can forget it— I'll never

added furiously, "You adults are all the

help

on purpose, feigning innocence. "Call me Mr. Whitmore. And what makes you say I'm fake? Did I do something

"Don't touch me!"

anger, especially after remembering the

Glancing at his watch, he asked gently,

"No!"

with me

near

through the windows onto the table where Mila and Nathaniel sat across from each other. Neither seemed to know

hadn't sat together like this in

alone shared a

dish after dish breaking the

was going to speak

Sophia about this, but she

and told me to talk to

Stephanie's suspension-you

far too harsh... If

drop

easy that was. She'd expected the Pembrokes

"Thank you. Is there

would you

a

share the blame for not stopping her. It's not

enough."