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

party was only a couple of days away. There was no way to get custom-tailored outfits done on such short

them to head straight to

store in Kingsford.

grand hall felt strangely empty. The owner, who had been waiting for their arrival, greeted them warmly. "Ms. Sutherland, Mr. Whitmore— right this way,

senior executive at Splendid's London headquarters, was addressed by her

to the dazzling rows of outfits, glittering under the lights. "These are our latest formalwear designs, all in your sizes. Once

the last. Crystals and gemstones sewn into the fabric caught the light, casting

It was almost overwhelming.

turned to Mila. "Why don't you pick something for

he didn't mean it that way.

was

regretted her own

it came to fashion, but when it came to dressing herself, she was always decisive. Choosing for someone

Nothing seemed quite right.

owner suggested, lifting a black suit embroidered with

head. "No, that's too severe. Doesn't suit him. He prefers lighter

suit with elegant silver embroidery, the shoulders adorned with intricate golden patterns and

then shook her head again. "No, it doesn't fit his style."

her feet started to ache, she

He still wasn't done.

each other, so Mila waited patiently outside, nibbling on pastries

suit?" Mila asked, half-dreading he still

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

grinned. "It's in