Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 423

Dusk had fallen.

The sea breeze was brisk as the ship docked at port.

Half asleep, Mila was gently awakened. Still bleary-eyed, she changed into a deep blue chiffon gown with puffed sleeves, and made her way up to the deck. Only when she looked out at the dazzling lights on the shore—the silhouette of a city steeped in millennia of history beneath the night sky—did it finally sink in.

They had arrived in Rome.

The capital of the ancient Roman Empire, the pride of its people—The Eternal City. It was also the final destination of their journey.

“Madam, it’s time.”

On the deck, a strikingly handsome man approached her, his posture exuding effortless confidence. The tailored black suit he wore fluttered slightly in the sea wind. With a gentle smile, he reached out his hand to her, but Mila ignored him, walking past without so much as a glance.

Lysander only chuckled softly.

Unbothered, he withdrew his hand, then fell into step beside her. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, leading her off the ship with an easy intimacy.

Francis shook his head and followed behind.

At the bottom of the gangway, Mila was surprised to see who was waiting at the port. It was Leonard. She hadn’t seen him on the island and had assumed Lysander hadn’t brought him along on this trip. Now she realized Leonard had simply come ahead to Rome to prepare.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

With the gravity of the Cossio affair, there was no way Lysander’s most trusted man would be left behind.

“Sir. Madam.”

Leonard greeted them quietly, his expression as calm and frosty as ever. He stepped aside to open the car door, waiting silently for them to get in.

Just then, Francis, who had lagged behind, called out, “Lysander, I’ll head off now.”

Lysander waved him away without looking back.

Once inside the car, Mila glanced out the window at Francis, who winked and grinned at her. She frowned, puzzled. “He’s not coming with us?”

She didn’t know Francis well—just that he drank like a fish and was currently on forced sobriety—but he’d been working alongside Lysander these past few days, planning something. So why was he suddenly bowing out?

“He’s got other business to attend to,” Lysander replied, his arm still around her waist, their bodies close. He smiled softly. “If you’re curious, you could always ask me more, you know.”

“Alright then,” Mila said, turning her head, her eyes cool and steady. “So, what’s the plan?”

“That’s not important,” Lysander replied, his smile easy. “All you need to know is that everything will work out for the best. I’ll keep you safe. Nothing will happen to you.”

It was always like this.

Whenever she asked, he dodged the question—keeping her completely in the dark, insisting she simply wait for the outcome.