Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 463 After running herself ragged for days and barely catching any sleep the last two nights, Mila finally decided to give herself a proper day off-the perfect opportunity to accept Forrest's invitation.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Forrest glanced at the rearview mirror as he pulled up in front of Montgomery Holdings to pick Mila up. He couldn't help but notice the car trailing them, Leonard's, keeping a respectful distance. Even though he knew the Montgomery family was just trying to keep Mila safe, he still wasn't used to it.

Mila just sighed. "Let's just roll with it. I'd rather they follow in plain sight than sneak around." Forrest didn't reply, but Mila could tell he was still uneasy.

"So, where are we going? What's for lunch?" Mila was still thinking about Forrest's promise of good food. He was a whiz in the kitchen and always put extra thought into dining out. Back in college, he'd always sniffed out the best spots before anyone else.

He was basically a walking food radar.

"That's a secret," Forrest said, grinning.

"Again with the suspense," Mila muttered, finally letting herself relax in the passenger seat. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Mind if I catch a quick nap?" "Didn't sleep well?" Forrest caught the shadows under her eyes in his peripheral vision.

"... Yeah," she murmured, already half-asleep.

He glanced over at her peaceful, unguarded face and breathed in the soft scent of jasmine that filled the car. Forrest's smile deepened, the tension in his brow fading away. When they hit a red light, he quietly draped his jacket over her, eased her seat back a notch, and slowed his pace as they drove.

Mila slept deeply, more comfortably than she had in days.

She woke up groggy, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the window. Shielding her eyes, she realized with a start that the car had stopped.

"Aren't you going to sleep a little longer?" Forrest asked, twisting in his seat to smile at her.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Mila sat up quickly, his white jacket slipping off her shoulders. She caught a faint whiff of his cologne, and her cheeks flushed pink.

"You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you." He studied her face for a moment before asking, "Not sleeping well-are you stressed, or...?" "Nightmares," she answered, brushing it off. She peered out the window at the quiet side street. "Where are we? I don't see a restaurant." "We're not there yet," Forrest replied, moving closer to unfasten her seatbelt. "We'll have to walk the rest of the way-these little alleys aren't great for cars." "Oh, right." Mila climbed out, and a breeze carried fluffy seeds through the air. At the corner, a tree was bursting with tiny pink blossoms. Narrow, winding lanes snaked between mismatched townhouses—the kind of winding backstreets you'd only find in Kingsford.

Forrest shot a casual glance at the car parked a block away. Leonard was leaning against the door, watching them with his usual impassive gaze.

Forrest ignored him and called out to Mila, who was admiring the flowering tree. "Hey, Mimi-this way, it's further in." "Coming!" The alley was quiet and cool.

Forrest-dressed in a pale shirt, his white jacket slung casually over one arm-walked side-by-side with Mila who for once wore a soft knit dress instead of her usual business attire. Their laughter echoed softly as they strolled. Leonard kept a steady distance behind.

After a few moments, as if remembering something, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the pair ahead. But at that precise moment, Forrest glanced back, his gaze sharp behind his glasses.

Leonard calmly pressed the shutter, his face unreadable, as if he saw nothing unusual about any of this. Forrest narrowed his eyes.

That guy...

"Forrest?" Noticing Forrest had suddenly fallen silent, Mila stopped too and followed his gaze back down the alley, then let out a resigned sigh.

He really is sticking close, she thought.

"Sorry," Mila apologized, helpless.

Leonard was stubborn and completely unflappable. Aside from ΟΠ moving him off her detall, there was really nothing she could do; he'd follow orders to the letter, and ignore everything else. She'd just have to wait until the business with Coswas over.

"It's fine."

Forrest suddenly placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, gently guiding her forward. Even as hesteered her ve op, his gaze lingered on Leonard. When he noticed Leonard pause ever so slightly, Forrest's lips curled into a knowing, icy smile. So that's how it is.

A watchdog, huh. The guy's got guts.

Before Mila could get uncomfortable and pull away, Forrest let go, smile softening as he picked up their earlier conversation. "So, what kind of nightmare's been keeping you up?" "Nothing important. Probably just work stress," Mila replied airily. She didn't want to ruin this rare moment of relaxation by bringing up Lysander.

"Then let's just enjoy today and forget about all that."

abouty Forrest could tell she was holding something back, but didn't push. They chatted about travel andfood, swapping Stories about favorite places until Forrest suddenly changed tack. "Mimi, what do you think about Leonard?" "Huh?" Mila blinked, caught off guard.

Where'd that cfrom?