Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 459

“No, no.”

Mila repeated it twice, biting her lower lip as she pulled her mother into her arms, holding her tightly, helpless and powerless all at once. “Can we not go to Florence? Please, Mom, let’s not go. I don’t want to.”

The woman in her arms finally let out a sigh of relief, though her face was still etched with confusion and resignation. “Alright, alright, we won’t go if you don’t want to. Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’ll do as you say.”

But Mila didn’t feel any better.

She could stop Felicity now, but the past was out of her reach. She couldn’t go back and stop that eighteen-year-old girl. Back then, Felicity had definitely gone.

Outside the studio, in the shadowy corridor, Conrad leaned against the wall, listening to the voices inside. He covered his eyes with his arm, silent for a long, long time.

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It took Mila until well past midnight to coax Felicity—who was still wired from the medication—into bed. But now Felicity insisted on sharing a bed with Mila, refusing point-blank to let Conrad sleep with her.

Wrapped up tightly in the covers, Felicity eyed Conrad with grave determination. “We’re engaged, not married yet! I don’t know how you convinced my parents to let you lock me up in your house, but I’m really angry with you! I’m not sleeping with you! Go away!”

She’d completely forgotten she was married.

Forgotten she had a husband.

Even forgotten she had a child.

To show just how angry she was, Felicity hurled a pillow at Conrad. He just stood there with a resigned look, not even trying to dodge, and let her throw as many as she liked.

Mila paused in the doorway, watching with undisguised fascination.

Thinking about it, it all made sense.

Even without considering the Montgomerys, Felicity’s own family was prominent. She’d been the pampered little sister growing up, with only one doting older brother and a childhood spent in the company of Conrad. They’d gotten engaged as soon as she turned eighteen, and up until then, she’d never faced a real setback.

No wonder she was spoiled. But she was sweet-natured, and her spirited ways were more endearing than anything else. Who would’ve expected that she’d hit such a devastating low later in life? That she’d end up like this.

The more Mila thought about it, the angrier she felt.

Cossio truly was despicable.

Inside the room, after taking a couple more pillows and stuffed animals to the face, Conrad finally moved. He grabbed Felicity—blanket and all—and pulled her into his arms, messing up her hair in protest. When she tried to hit him, he caught her fists and showered her with kisses and playful bites.

“Hey!” Felicity shouted, furious.

Mila, lost in thought, heard Felicity’s shriek and instinctively started to rush in to help—then caught sight of the scene and beat a hasty, blushing retreat.

For heaven’s sake, give your elders some privacy!