Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 442

Leonard had been waiting outside the tea room for nearly two hours. Just as he was about to barge in and look for her, Mila finally emerged on her own.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked at once.

Seeing her swollen, red-rimmed eyes and the flush at the tip of her nose, it was obvious she’d been crying. Leonard’s expression darkened. He kept his voice level, but he’d already started striding toward the tea room, looking very much like he was ready to go confront Forrest.

“No, wait!” Mila hurriedly grabbed his arm and tugged him away. “My grandfather wants me at his place tonight. I can’t be late. Besides, what does any of this have to do with you?”

It was always like this.

For the past year, every time she met with Forrest, Leonard had insisted on sticking close by. In the beginning, he’d insist on sitting in at every meeting, and whenever she tried to object, his answer was always the same: *“It was in the will, Miss. I’m to keep you safe.”*

But Forrest was never a threat to her.

After several heated arguments, she’d finally managed to convince Leonard to at least wait outside, although even that came with a time limit. She technically had the authority to give him orders, but Leonard was still a living, breathing person—one carefully groomed by the Montgomery family. She didn’t have to like him, but she couldn’t just dismiss him at will.

At most, she could ask her personal assistant, Cara, to stick closer to her, letting her avoid Leonard as much as possible. But every time she came home, she just couldn’t shake him. He was a constant nuisance.

As she managed to usher him into the car, Leonard couldn’t help but warn her again. “Chairman Sutherland, Forrest isn’t as harmless as he seems. It’d be better if you kept your distance from him in the future.”

Mila just looked at him. “Are you sure you’re talking about Forrest? Or are you talking about yourself?”

“I’d never hurt you,” Leonard replied, his voice firm.

She let out a humorless laugh. Choosing not to argue, and with her mood still in shambles, Mila closed her eyes and massaged her brow, hoping to steady her nerves.

***

Upstairs in the tea room, Forrest watched the orange car disappear from sight. He was just about to leave when his phone buzzed on the table. Seeing the number, the smile on his face vanished.

“What is it?” His tone was curt.

After ignoring several calls, he finally answered, since the caller was nothing if not persistent.