NovelEnglishChapter 201 Mila Sutherland hadn't even turned around when her phone was snatched away.
Out on the balcony, Lysander Montgomery stood behind her chair, casually scrolling through her phone until the call was disconnected.
Unperturbed, he redialed the number.
The phone rang a few times, but no one answered, nor did they hang up. It just disconnected automatically, and each the called, it was the same.
"How rude," Lysander chuckled, tossing the phone aside without a second thought.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What do you think you're doing?" Mila had risen from her chair, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at the man who seemed to have no concept of personal space.
"I'm just trying to protect you, darling. Can't have you being misled by others," he said nonchalantly, taking a step forward. Mila instinctively stepped back, her retreat halted only when her back nearly touched the glass window. In one swift move, Lysander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest. The familiar scent of jasmine surrounded her as their bodies pressed together. Ignoring her struggles and protests, he buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, his eyes half-closed with a smirk playing on his lips.
Mila shivered at the contact, her anger flaring even more. Despite the pain in her injured hand, she balled it into a fist and pounded against his shoulder. But her efforts were quickly thwarted when Lysander seized her wrist, forcing her back into the chair with a firm grip, standing behind her to keep her hands immobilized.
The morning sun was warm, casting a golden glow over the balcony. The sunlight painted the entangled shadows of the two in vivid hues, making the scene both mesmerizing and unsettling.
Lysander, tall and imposing, stood behind the wooden chair, one hand firmly holding Mila's pale wrists, while the other lifted her chin. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against hers, his eyes clouded with a drunken haze.
"Slap!" Taking advantage of a momentary lapse in his focus, Mila finally managed to break free, though her strength was waning. She delivered a not-so-gentle slap across his face.
Silence enveloped the balcony.
After a moment, Lysander, unfazed, moved closer again, lifting her in his arms and depositing her onto the sofa. As her temper flared, he retrieved a tube of ointment, applying it to her reddened palm from the slap.
"I told you, hitting only hurts you," he murmured.
Mila trembled with anger. "If it weren't for your shamelessness..." she began, her voice shaking.
Lysander smiled slightly, discarding the ointment as his fingers intertwined with hers. "Where's the ring?" he asked suddenly.
"I threw it away," Mila replied coldly, trying to pull her hand free. "Let go!" Lysander's grip momentarily slackened, but he shrugged it off. "Fine. I'll get you a better one."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Ha," Mila couldn't hold back a derisive laugh. "Lysander, you're om absurd. Wasn't the original ring just scheap trinket you threw together? Don't pretend to care now.
It only makesdespise you more." Lysander remained silent, then inquired, "And Red Hat? I didn't see it in your luggage." He had searched her suitcase but found no trace of the Red Hat robot he had gifted her on their wedding night.
She hadn't taken it with her when she left the country.
"That's gone too," Mila said with the sdismissive tone.
She had left the ring, the Red Hat robot, and the suit she had painstakingly sewn for Dysander back at their villa in Bamboo Grove. From the moment she decided to leave the country, those items becrelics of a past she intended to bury.
She never imagined Lysander would be so possessive, so extrin his actions. It was as e if he had beca strange to her, a complete madman. For the first time, Mila found herself unable to understand the man standing before her.
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