Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 228

The scattered documents on the floor told the entire story.

Lysander, unable to suppress his anger, sank his teeth into her neck, leaving a shocking, crimson mark long after he pulled away.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her effortlessly, and tossed her onto the bed.

Desperate for air, Mila coughed violently, gasping to fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen, barely comprehending what had just happened.

Lysander's long fingers gently brushed the hair from her face as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other hand. Leaning in close, his voice was a husky whisper in her ear, laced with a disturbing tenderness.

"Darling, let's have another child."

He should never have worried about her feelings these past few days. He had been holding back for too long!

The words hit Mila like a sledgehammer. Despite her struggle to catch her breath, she immediately tried to flee.

But her strength was no match for a man teetering on the edge of rage.

Her clothes peeled away like paper, her delicate skin pressed against his heat. In panic, her hand flailed, grasping blindly until she found something solid and, without a thought, brought it down on the man who was losing control.

"Crash—"

The sound of shattering glass drowned out everything else, bringing all movement to a halt.

Blood dripped onto her pale cheeks, pooling at the corners of her eyes before tracing a path downwards, chilling her to the core.

Mila stared, stunned, at the man above her, equally frozen.

Blood streamed from Lysander's head, falling drop by drop onto her face, like crimson tears. He touched his head, red staining his fingers.

And then, unexpectedly, he laughed.

His laughter was low as he leaned down, biting her bloodless lips with force. The blood on his face mingled with theirs, spreading with their kiss, the taste of iron filling their mouths, a testament to his madness.