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 letsee 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 sfun, 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?" Today, they were going to pick out their engagement outfits.

There wasn't much tleft-the party was only a 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 the newest ready-to-wear collection.

Jade had told them to head straight to Splendid.

They went to Splendid's flagship store in Kingsford. Because it had been reserved just for them, the grand hall felt strangely empty. The owner, who had been waiting for their arrival, greeted them warmly. "Ms. Sutherland, Mr. Whitmore— right this way, please." Mila, as a senior executive at Splendid's London headquarters, was addressed by her professional title. Inside, the owner gestured to the dazzling rows of outfits, glittering under the lights. "These are our latest formalwear designs, all in your sizes. Once you find something you like, we'll make any final adjustments." There were suits and gowns, each one more dazzling than the last. Crystals and gemstones sewn into the fabric caught the light, casting rainbows across the room.

It was almost overwhelming.

Forrest glanced at the sea of luxurious formalwear and turned to Mila. "Why don't you pick something for me?" "Trying 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 you." Mutual indecision was only fair.

But Mila soon regretted her own proposal.

She had high standards when it cto fashion, but when it cto dressing herself, she was always decisive. Choosing for someone else, though, was a whole different story.

Nothing seemed quite right.

"How about this one, Ms. Sutherland?" the owner suggested, lifting a black suit embroidered with gold.

Mila shook her head. "No, that's too severe. Doesn't suit him. He prefers lighter colors." "What about this?" The owner revealed a fitted white suit with elegant silver embroidery, the shoulders adorned with intricate golden patterns and sparkling crystals.

Mila hesitated, then shook her head again. "No, it doesn't fit his style." The owner fell silent.

They went through outfit after outfit, and Mila rejected them all. By the ther feet started to ache, she finally settled on one she thought would do. To her surprise, Forrest was even more indecisive than she was.

He still wasn't done.

But 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, empty-handed.

"Where's the suit?" Mila asked, half-dreading he still hadn't chosen.

"I found one Like. It's in the changing 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 a surprise. What about yours?" She grinned. "It's in the changing room too." *** When they finally stepped out in their chosen outfits, both stopped short, unable to hold back matching smiles.

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Under the lights, Mila wore a strapless blush pink gown scattered with embroidered flowers. The skirt flowed in soft, layered tylle, blooming like a flowen at her knees and trailing behind her in a cloud of pink. The bodice was covered with delicate blossoms in shades of pink, white, and lavender, tiny crystals scattered across the gown like stars. When she moved, it was as if she walked wrapped in a river of starlight, the scent of spring blooms trailing in her wake.

To Forrest, she looked like a fairy princess-an ethereal vision blooming in a garden of stars. He couldn't hide the wonder in his eyes.

Mila's cheeks, flushed at the intensity of his gaze. She hesitated, then gathered her skirt and spun toward him, the gown swirling like a cascade of petals, the bare her back glowing pale pink lights.

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She lowered her eyes, her voice soft.

"What do you think?" Forrest am swallowed hard, his dide rough, "You're stunning, Mimi. I could give you my soul and my life, and it would still never be enough." There he went again, saying outrageous things with everyone watching.

The owner and staff, who had also been spellbound by the scene, covered their mouths to stifle their laughter. Mila's cheeks burned even hotter as she rushed over to inspect Forrest's suit, taking his arm in hers.