Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 194

Lysander stood facing the furious figure before him, his expression calm and his voice steady, almost deathly quiet.

"Don't forget," he said softly.

"It was you who wanted to start this. Fine, I agreed and made you the lady of the Montgomery family."

"Since you wanted the beginning, why should you decide the end?"

Mila was taken aback, a bitter laugh almost escaping her lips, though she couldn't muster the energy to express it. "Fine, then you suggest it."

Lysander responded coolly, "I have no intention of getting a divorce right now."

A wave of anger surged through Mila, and unable to hold back, she attempted to slap him, though her hand was caught firmly.

Lysander remained unruffled, "Your hand is injured; hitting me would only hurt you."

"Don't patronize me!"

Mila, still seething, swung her free hand, only for it to be captured as well. His large hands easily restrained her delicate wrists, holding them firmly.

Ignoring her protests, he pulled her toward the bed, gently forcing her to sit down while he knelt beside her.

He retrieved a tube of ointment from his pocket, trying to pry open her clenched fist. Seeing her resistance, he looked up at her.

"Do you want the wound to get infected?" he asked.

Her hands were crucial for her work, sketching designs, creating high-end custom pieces, painting... They couldn't afford to be damaged.

Suppressing her anger, Mila relented. "I'll do it myself."

Lysander glanced up but held on. Mila, realizing the futility of arguing, finally released her grip.