Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 320

**Evening, at the corner of the dormitory building.**

Mila looked up, just a little, surprised to find Lysander standing in front of her. She hadn’t expected to run into him—not after a year of silence. What surprised her even more was the confusion that washed over her as she took in his appearance.

Now that he was this close, she could see how drawn and exhausted he looked. The sharp angles of his handsome face seemed a little broken, as if the past year had chipped away at him. Had something happened?

But what did any of that have to do with her?

They were supposed to be even less than strangers. The fact that Lysander had shown up and stopped her was already baffling enough.

Mila instinctively took a few steps back, putting space between them. Her expression was icy, unreadable. She said nothing—just turned to leave.

There was nothing left to say between them.

But before she could move away, Lysander grabbed her arm. With a sudden tug, he pulled her roughly, and she stumbled, smacking into the wall behind her. He stepped in, trapping her between his body and the bricks, blocking any chance of escape.

Panic flickered in Mila’s chest. She darted a glance around, anxious. She hadn’t forgotten—Lysander was engaged. If anyone saw them like this, how could she possibly explain?

Luckily, the corner was secluded and the evening shadows were deep. No one was paying attention.

She exhaled, relief mixing with irritation, and shoved at his chest, voice low and trembling with anger. “Lysander, have you lost your mind?”

He winced at her push but didn’t budge. Instead, he pressed her tighter against the wall, lowering his head until his face was buried in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and ragged.

“Don’t move. Just let me hold you for a moment.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, thin and unsteady—almost fragile.

A strange sense of unease crept over Mila. Something felt wrong. She endured it for a couple of seconds, but his warm breath on her skin made her skin crawl. She shoved him away, hard.

This time, he let go easily.

Mila put distance between them in an instant, chest heaving as her anger finally boiled over. She didn’t bother to rein it in.

“Lysander, what is wrong with you?”

“If you want someone to hold or sleep with, why not go find your fiancée? Stop coming after me, I’m begging you! Can’t you just pretend I don’t exist?”

“I really don’t want anything to do with you. Not ever again.”

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