Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 205

Giselle stayed in the study, deep in conversation with Lysander for quite some time.

Their discussion stretched until noon.

Without extending an invitation for lunch, Lysander promised to accompany her to the Harvey estate in a few days. He personally escorted her downstairs and watched as she left.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Harper feeding Mila. Lysander joined them, quietly eating while observing the scene. However, his gaze soon shifted, becoming more intense.

Mila’s eating was graceful, her delicate lips opening and closing as she carefully chewed and savored each bite, a picture of elegance that was as pleasing to the eye as it was calming.

After a while, Lysander suddenly spoke, "Could you leave us for a moment?"

Harper, unsure of his request, nonetheless set down her fork and exited the room, leaving Mila puzzled by the sudden change.

What was going on now?

She watched as Lysander moved closer, taking a seat across from her. Picking up a fork, he offered her a small piece of beef, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Mila turned her head away, "I'm full."

"You've barely eaten. Is it that you don't like what Harper cooked today?" Lysander asked with a light chuckle. "I can have her make something else."

"Are you done yet?"

Mila glared at him, but he merely smiled, nudging the fork closer.

"I can feed myself."

As she reached for the fork, he gently grasped her wrist, "Your hand is still injured, don't push yourself."

In the end, she relented, allowing him to feed her with surprising care and tenderness, a rare display of attentiveness from him.

Yet, there was something unsettling in his gaze, something that made Mila's skin crawl.

Before long, she claimed she was truly full, wiped her lips, and stood to walk towards the balcony, the only part of the house she was allowed to roam.

But as she rose, he pulled her back with a firm grip, and she tumbled into his broad chest, his lips capturing hers in a forceful kiss. The sound of their breaths mingled with the rustle of clothes as his warm hands wandered beneath her sweater, igniting fires wherever they touched.