Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 463

After running herself ragged for days and barely catching any sleep the last two nights, Mila finally decided to give herself a proper day off—the perfect opportunity to accept Forrest’s invitation.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Forrest glanced at the rearview mirror as he pulled up in front of Montgomery Holdings to pick Mila up. He couldn’t help but notice the car trailing them, Leonard’s, keeping a respectful distance. Even though he knew the Montgomery family was just trying to keep Mila safe, he still wasn’t used to it.

Mila just sighed. “Let’s just roll with it. I’d rather they follow in plain sight than sneak around.”

Forrest didn’t reply, but Mila could tell he was still uneasy.

“So, where are we going? What’s for lunch?” Mila was still thinking about Forrest’s promise of good food. He was a whiz in the kitchen and always put extra thought into dining out. Back in college, he’d always sniffed out the best spots before anyone else.

He was basically a walking food radar.

“That’s a secret,” Forrest said, grinning.

“Again with the suspense,” Mila muttered, finally letting herself relax in the passenger seat. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Mind if I catch a quick nap?”

“Didn’t sleep well?”

Forrest caught the shadows under her eyes in his peripheral vision.

“...Yeah,” she murmured, already half-asleep.

He glanced over at her peaceful, unguarded face and breathed in the soft scent of jasmine that filled the car. Forrest’s smile deepened, the tension in his brow fading away. When they hit a red light, he quietly draped his jacket over her, eased her seat back a notch, and slowed his pace as they drove.

Mila slept deeply, more comfortably than she had in days.

She woke up groggy, blinking against the sunlight streaming through the window. Shielding her eyes, she realized with a start that the car had stopped.

“Aren’t you going to sleep a little longer?” Forrest asked, twisting in his seat to smile at her.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Mila sat up quickly, his white jacket slipping off her shoulders. She caught a faint whiff of his cologne, and her cheeks flushed pink.

“You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” He studied her face for a moment before asking, “Not sleeping well—are you stressed, or...?”

“Nightmares,” she answered, brushing it off. She peered out the window at the quiet side street. “Where are we? I don’t see a restaurant.”

“We’re not there yet,” Forrest replied, moving closer to unfasten her seatbelt. “We’ll have to walk the rest of the way—these little alleys aren’t great for cars.”

“Oh, right.”

Mila climbed out, and a breeze carried fluffy seeds through the air. At the corner, a tree was bursting with tiny pink blossoms. Narrow, winding lanes snaked between mismatched townhouses—the kind of winding backstreets you’d only find in Kingsford.

Forrest shot a casual glance at the car parked a block away. Leonard was leaning against the door, watching them with his usual impassive gaze.

Forrest ignored him and called out to Mila, who was admiring the flowering tree. “Hey, Mimi—this way, it’s further in.”