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?"

were going to pick out their engagement

way to get custom-tailored outfits done on such short notice, so they'd have

them to head

in Kingsford. Because it

The owner, who had been waiting

Splendid's London headquarters,

the dazzling rows of outfits, glittering under the lights. "These are our latest formalwear designs,

Crystals and gemstones sewn into

It was almost overwhelming.

and turned to

didn't mean it that way. "No

indecision was

regretted her own

came to dressing herself, she was always decisive. Choosing for someone else, though, was a whole different

Nothing seemed quite right.

about this one, Ms. Sutherland?" the owner suggested, lifting a

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

about this?" The owner revealed a fitted white suit with elegant

it doesn't fit his style." The owner

By the time her feet started to ache, she finally settled on one she thought would do. To her surprise, Forrest was even more indecisive than she

He still wasn't done.

nibbling on pastries and sipping half a cup of tea before Forrest finally emerged from the

the suit?" Mila asked, half-dreading he

changing room," Forrest said, leaning down so she could pop a pastry in his mouth. After

in the changing