Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 564

"How did it go?"

Mila had been working in her study when she heard the commotion outside. She hurried to open the door, only for Adrian to barrel straight into her arms. "Mom, he bullied me! He wouldn't even let me see you!"

She hugged her son, then lifted her gaze to Forrest standing behind him, eyes full of questions. Forrest just gave a small, reassuring smile and mouthed, "It's okay now."

She understood, more or less.

Ruffling Adrian's hair, she whispered, "Was he really that bad? Well, how about this-tonight I'll take you out for some fun, and we won't invite Mr. Whitmore, alright?"

Adrian's eyes sparkled. "Okay!"

Forrest couldn't help but chuckle. "You little rascal." But there was no real irritation on his face.

"Hmph!" Adrian buried himself in his mother's arms, then craned his neck to stick his tongue out at Forrest. He was determined—he was the most important person to his mom. If Forrest ever dared to make him unhappy again, he'd make sure his mom ignored him!

Serves him right for making him mad!

Mila hadn't expected Forrest to actually talk Adrian around so quickly. In just a short time, Adrian was still sulking, but he wasn't outright rejecting the engagement anymore.

Still, he was clearly upset.

After seeing Forrest off and getting the full story over her phone, Mila took Adrian out for the evening. They played and laughed until that lingering grudge in Adrian's little heart finally melted away.

At least, for now, her son was calm again.

***

The next morning, the doorbell rang bright and early. Mila opened the door to find Forrest waiting outside.

"Ready?"

going to pick out

couple of days away. There was no way to get custom-tailored outfits done on such short notice, so they'd have to choose from

had told them to head

store in Kingsford. Because it had

empty. The owner, who had been waiting for their arrival, greeted them warmly. "Ms. Sutherland, Mr.

London

of outfits, glittering under the lights. "These are our latest formalwear designs, all in your

and gowns, each one more dazzling than the last. Crystals and gemstones sewn into the fabric caught the

It was almost overwhelming.

at the sea of luxurious formalwear and turned to

to take the easy way out?" Mila teased, but she knew he didn't mean it that way. "No way. You pick for me, and I'll pick for

indecision was

Mila soon regretted

came to dressing

Nothing seemed quite right.

Ms. Sutherland?" the owner suggested, lifting

shook her head. "No, that's too severe. Doesn't suit

elegant silver embroidery, the

her head again. "No, it doesn't fit his style." The owner

Mila rejected them all. By the time her feet started to ache, she finally settled on one she thought would do.

He still wasn't done.

they'd agreed to choose for each other, so Mila waited patiently outside, nibbling on pastries and sipping half a cup of tea before Forrest finally emerged from the fitting rooms,

Mila asked, half-dreading he

down so she could pop a pastry in his mouth. After chewing, he added, "I want you to see it for yourself. It'll

in the