Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 560

The sunlight was perfect.

Mila stared blankly at the white curtains billowing on the balcony, rocking gently in her chair, her gaze unfocused and lost.

She felt oddly grateful.

During the call just now, Conrad hadn't tried to use Felicity as leverage against her-not that it would've worked anymore. She was done being swayed. Still, if he'd brought Felicity up in this moment, the only scrap of good memory she still had of the Montgomery family would have shattered completely.

That memory belonged to her and Felicity alone.

She was glad Conrad hadn't mentioned it.

Glad she could keep that one, untarnished piece of the past.

She was still lost in thought when the sound of the sliding glass door behind her broke the quiet. Before she could turn around, something cold and damp pressed against her sun-warmed cheek. She yelped-"Oh, that's freezing!"—and jerked away, only to look up and see Forrest grinning as he stepped inside.

He was holding a tall glass of pink juice, brimming with chunks of fruit.

"Freshly made peach lemonade. Want to try it?"

He gave the glass a gentle shake, ice cubes clinking. Mila, still curled up awkwardly in the rocking chair, leaned forward and took a sip from the straw he offered.

Sweet and tart, bright and refreshing.

The chill trickled down her throat, soothing the ache that had been burning there all morning.

She took another long sip. "This is amazing. Maybe a little too cold."

"A little bit won't hurt."

Forrest casually pulled over a chair and sat beside her. His hand was steady, holding the glass as he watched her drink, a smile playing on his lips. "I've come up with a few more recipes. I'll make them for you to try, one by one."

Mila nodded, still sipping. "This one's really good."

After another few gulps, a thought suddenly struck her. She looked up, puzzled. "How do you even have time to make juice? My phone's been ringing off the hook for hours. Don't you have calls to answer?"

It didn't make sense.

moment, then shrugged. "No idea. I gave it to Vance he can handle the negotiations. I'll just keep in touch

Mila stared at him.

she thought of

juice aside and quickly called Cara, telling her to come take her business phone. One private number was

didn't have a housekeeper, but

had let

"Dummy," Forrest teased, chuckling.

was just overwhelmed,

her rocking chair. Before she could land a blow, Forrest caught her wrist instead, pulling her gently closer until their foreheads touched. His soft laughter was warm against her skin, his voice low

spill the

ice in the glass rattled, and for a second it sounded

With their foreheads pressed

could see every detail of Forrest's face

amusement in his eyes, and her own dazed

along with the gentle rise and fall of

tang of peaches in the

dazed by the moment, until a

was Cara calling

chair, gesturing to Forrest that

followed with the juice in

her ear, typing rapidly on her

take a look,"

on the desk, not bothering to look at the computer.

shook her head.

प

family, but technically I'm still a board member at Montgomery Holdings. I've stepped back from day-to-day stuff, but there's a lot I used to handle-it's not that simple to just

the files, scanning

a particular document, her brow

of it to

"Trouble?" Forrest asked.

"Yeah."

looked up at him.