Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 304

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“That’s just the classic case of wanting what you can’t have.”

Miranda cut right to the heart of it.

“In these stories, the man wants to sleep with the woman, but she turns him down, so he becomes even more obsessed. It’s either real feelings, or he just can’t stand the bruised ego of being rejected. Most people are wired that way—if something’s out of reach, they become fixated. But once they finally get it, the thrill fades, and eventually they get bored.”

So, if Mila wanted Lysander to leave her alone, should she just let him win?

Why should she have to? The thought made her angry. She just couldn’t understand people like him.

He saw something, and he had to have it. If he couldn’t, he’d push and push, never giving up. And once he finally got it, he’d toss it aside—never losing a thing himself. It was like she was just an object to him.

But if this dragged on any longer, she was going to lose her mind.

Mila spent the whole night thinking about it, and finally decided she had to talk to Lysander, to find some kind of middle ground.

She couldn’t keep going like this.

She needed a way out.

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A quiet corner booth at a restaurant just off campus.

“Made up your mind?”

Lysander sat on the stiff leather seat, looking mildly annoyed. His gaze lingered on the girl across from him, her eyes burning with intensity, and there was a flicker of amusement in his own.

Mila took a deep breath. “I’m not for sale. I’m a person.”

When she said it, her eyes shone with the fierce brightness of a summer sun. It was impossible to focus on her pretty features; the strength in her gaze stole all the attention.

Like a pearl brushed with dust, her glow could not be hidden.

Mila laid out the plan she’d come up with overnight: a contract relationship, with a set time limit. For that period, they’d act as boyfriend and girlfriend. It didn’t have to be public, but there would be boundaries—no crossing the line.

Lysander also wouldn’t get to meddle in the rest of her life.

She’d put up with being his girlfriend for a while, certain that, before the deadline, he’d get bored of her.

After all, there were plenty of girls out there better than her. She was just ordinary.

And he? He was probably just in it for the thrill.

Lysander watched the light in her eyes, his own expression turning thoughtful as he listened to her proposal. Suddenly, the idea of having her as a girlfriend didn’t sound so bad.

He was tired of this game, too.