Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 424 Dusk had fallen.

The sea breeze was brisk as the ship docked at port.

Half asleep, Mila was gently awakened. Still bleary-eyed, she changed into a deep blue chiffon gown with puffed sleeves, and made her way up to the deck. Only when she looked out at the dazzling lights on the shore-the silhouette of a city steeped in millennia of history beneath the night sky-did it finally sink in.

They had arrived in Rome.

The capital of the ancient Roman Empire, the pride of its people-The Eternal City. It was also the final destination of their journey.

"Madam, it's time." On the deck, a strikingly handsman approached her, his posture exuding effortless confidence. The tailored black suit he wore fluttered slightly in the sea wind. With a gentle smile, he reached out his hand to her, but Mila ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance.

Lysander only chuckled softly.

Unbothered, he withdrew his hand, then fell into step beside her. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, leading her off the ship with an easy intimacy.

Francis shook his head and followed behind.

At the bottom of the gangway, Mila was surprised to see who was waiting at the port. It was Leonard. She hadn't seen him on the island and had assumed Lysander hadn't brought him along on this trip. Now she realized Leonard had simply cahead to Rto prepare.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

With the gravity of the Cosaffair, there was no way Lysander's most trusted man would be left behind.

"Sir. Madam." Leonard greeted them quietly, his expression as calm and frosty as ever. He stepped aside to open the car door, waiting silently for them to get in.

Just then, Francis, who had lagged behind, called out, "Lysander, I'll head off now." Lysander waved him away without looking back.

Once inside the car, Mila glanced out the window at Francis, who winked and grinned at her. She frowned, puzzled. "He's not coming with us?" She didn't know Francis well-just that he drank like a fish and was currently on forced sobriety—but he'd been working alongside Lysander these past few days, planning something. So why was he suddenly bowing out? "He's got other business to attend to," Lysander replied, his arm still around her waist, their bodies close. He smiled softly. "If you're curious, you could always askmore, you know." "Alright then," Mila said, turning her head, her eyes cool and steady. "So, what's the plan?" "That's not important," Lysander replied, his smile easy. "All you need to know is that everything will work out for the best. I'll keep you safe. Nothing will happen to you." It was always like this.

Whenever she asked, he dodged the question-keeping her completely in the dark, insisting she simply wait for the outcome.

And honestly, the whole Cosmess had little to do with her; she'd just been dragged in by accident. But now that she was involved-could she really remain untouched? As the city lights of Rflashed by the window, and tourists of every shade strolled the streets, Mila's brow furrowed. Whether by choice or not, she had made it to Rto the very place Lysander had called the end of his plan.

All she knew was that here, Lysander would settle old scores and finally confront Cossio.

Yet even as she stood on this stage, she knew almost nothing.

Could she really stay uninvolved? Worry gnawed at her. She was uneasy.

Night in Rwas still lively and bright.

Their car glided down broad avenues, coming to a stop in front of an elegant restaurant crowned by a magnificent sculpted fountain. When Lysander helped Mila out of the car, she was still a little dazed.

"What are we doing here?" she asked. "Aren't we supposed to find Cossio?" She'd been bracing herself ever since they docked, dreading the unpredictable danger that was sure to come. She knew all too well how terrifying that man could be-she couldn't let her guard down for a second.

"Madam, you're far too tense," Lysander said, gesturing to Leonard in the driver's seat before.

er's seat before leading Mila by the hand toward the restaurant. His tone was calm and reassuring. "I told you, I've prepared everything." "But I don't know anything," Mila said, brows knitted tight. "How can I not worry when I'm already here?" "Trust me," Lysander replied with a soft laugh. "No matter what happens next, we still need to eat, don't we? I made a reservation." Well, she couldn't argue with that.

Dinner was important.

They were seated at a table with a perfect view of the fountain. After ordering, Mila listened as Lysander chatted idly and learned that this was considered a true culinary treasure of Italy-rumored to be the best restaurant in all of Rome, and strictly reservation-only. The content. is on novelenglish.net! While they waited, a server brought over a slender crystal vase, placing it near Mila. Inside was a single, dewy rose.

She blinked, glancing around. Every table had a fresh rose in a crystal vase, so she thought nothing of it-just a house tradition.

As she gazed out at the fountain, a small orchestra quietly took their place on the restaurant's stage, land the gentle strains of a symphony filled the air. The music drifted over her, soothing her restlessness, easing the tension she hadn't even realized she held. Her nerves finally began to settle.

Lost in the music, she was startled when Lysander's voice broke through her reverie. "Madam, aren't you hungry?" A plate of thinly sliced lemon beef tenderloin appeared before her.