Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 445 As long as the Cosaffair is resolved.

Adrian glanced at Mila, as if making sure his mother was telling the truth. Only then did he finally burrow into her embrace, pressing his face against her shoulder and murmuring, his voice muffled.

"I believe you, Mom." But please... don't lie to me.

Don't be like Dad.

That evening, Mila helped Adrian with his homework and played sgames with him. When it was tfor bed, she gently told him that he was growing up and needed to get used to sleeping on his own. With that, she left his room.

Before leaving, she promised to pick him up from school the next day.

Dropping him off in the morning wasn't an option-her schedule was packed. That night, she left Grandfather's house to attend a business gala she'd committed to long ago.

She chose a powerful, tailored suit in a classic mix of black, white, and gray-sharp, British style. With modest heels clicking on the marble, Mila strode into the glittering event, flanked by Leonard and Cara, both equally impeccably dressed.

"What are you doing here? Cara can handle this just fine," Mila said, her voice cool.

She'd been trying to keep her distance from Leonard as much as possible. Tonight was supposed to be just Cara accompanying her-yet Leonard had insisted on coming along.

"Chairwoman Sutherland, your safety is important," he replied, his tone even.

"I can hire a bodyguard." "I don't trust them." Mila pressed her lips together. "Then go find someone you do trust. I'm fine with that." Leonard looked unmoved. "No one putsat ease like myself." Mila picked up her pace, heels tapping faster on the polished floor.

Cara hurried to keep up. After a few steps, she glanced back at the silent man trailing behind. Unable to resist, she lowered her voice, "Chairwoman Sutherland, Leonard is just looking out for your safety, he-" But Mila shot her a sharp look, and Cara quickly zipped her lips-literally, pantomiming a zipper across her mouth.

Relieved Mila wasn't angry, she breathed out quietly.

Still, she couldn't help being curious.

She'd been working alongside Mila for stnow, and to her, Leonard was just about perfect. He anticipated what Mila needed, always had the right documents ready, and prepared multiple contingency plans without being asked.

With someone that capable, who needed a second assistant? Leonard could handle it all.

Cara sometimes felt like a mere go-between-her role little more than a glorified messenger. It was clear Mila truly didn't care for Leonard.

But honestly, what was there to dislike? He was competent, loyal-and easy on the eyes, to put it mildly. Having him around the office was a treat for everyone. Yet Mila insisted on keeping him at arm's length, even in the company headquarters-she'd arranged to work in a different office.

What was their history? If she disliked him so much, why not just let him go? Oh well.

The lives of the wealthy are always complicated.

No business of a humble employee like her.

Cara sneaked another glance at the tall, striking man striding behind them, enjoying the view before hurrying after Mila.

Great pay and an office heartthrob for free-what more could she ask for? At the gala, Mila made her entrance and exchanged pleasantries with a few executives from partner corporations. She met several up-and-comers introduced by Ker peers, offered spolite compliments, then excused herself at the earliest opportunity.

She'd just taken a sip of champagne when her gaze froze across the room.

Sghosts really did haunt you.

"Mila, long tno see." Giselle's golden gown shimmered as she glided over, every inch the picture of icy perfection.

Mila's voice was cool. "Didn't we just talk on the phone yesterday?" Giselle smiled with practiced grace.

She glanced around to make sure no one was watching, ignoring Cara entirely. "That's not the sas seeing you suffer up close." Cara: "?" She could tell this beautiful woman meant trouble, but was she really being this overt about her animosity? Still reeling, Cara heard Mila's even frostier reply.

Pin "What now?" Mila's brow furrowed, irritation clear in her voice. "Giselle, will you eyer quit? You're smart

enough why not put that energy to good use for once? Must you always fixate on me? If you're sick, get yourself checked out. I'm not your cure."

She had no patience for Giselle's . Mila turned to go, but a hand ogo.

clamped down on her arm, nails digging in so hard she could feel them even through her jacket sleeve. She was about to yank free when suddenly the grip loosened.

"Ms. Harvey, I believe I warned you," Leonard said, smoothly prying Giselle's hand away from Mila's arm, his gaze cold and unwavering.

"You really are a good little lapdog, aren't you?" Giselle clutched her aching wrist, glaring at Leonard, biting her lip in fury.

No sooner had she returned to the country than fuck seemed to desert ple. Mila her-always running into the worst possible people. Mila wasn't om ve interested in sparring with Giselle any longer. She turned to leave, but interested coffided with someone coming from the other direction. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a flash of deep red fabric-and caught the faint scent of tobacco. "So you're Mila?" said a voice above her.