Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 482

“What’s wrong?”

Mila, lost in her thoughts, noticed Felicity had fallen silent for a while. She quickly looked up and asked her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

Felicity pointed behind Mila, grinning. “I just saw the most gorgeous guy over there... but—wait, where did he go?”

A gorgeous guy?

Mila immediately thought of someone, spun around to look, but all she saw were the restaurant’s other patrons milling about. No handsome stranger in sight.

“He’s gone already,” Felicity sighed, sounding genuinely disappointed. “I wanted you to see him. He really was something.”

“What was so nice to look at?”

Conrad appeared, balancing a tray piled with crispy fried chicken and glasses of ice-cold cola—both things Felicity had argued fiercely for, nearly losing her temper to get her way. He caught their conversation and chimed in.

“Hmph, not telling you,” Felicity huffed, digging into her food. She wasn’t about to let Conrad share in her little bubble of happiness—not when he policed even her choice of snacks.

Conrad turned to Mila for answers instead.

But Mila just sat there, looking oddly distracted. She seemed miles away, lost in thought, and didn’t even respond after Conrad called her name a couple of times.

...

Outside, Eugene slipped through the small side door of the restaurant. He leaned against the wall, tugging his cap low to shade his face. After a moment, he pushed the brim back up, his expression now carefully blank.

His emotions were a tangled mess.

Thoughts crashed over him in waves, too fast and too many to sort out. He needed somewhere quiet to clear his head, somewhere to think.

He was just about to leave the amusement park when he noticed, not far off, an employee in an oversized mascot suit—a giant brown bear—handing out helium balloons to a crowd of excited kids.

Eugene hesitated, then changed direction and walked over.

Back inside the restaurant,

After finishing their meal and resting for a bit, Mila and her friends decided to head out again—Felicity, never one to stay cooped up indoors, led the charge.

Something seemed to have settled in Mila. She was visibly more relaxed, and she threw herself into the fun.

The two of them had just gotten off the log flume ride, hair slightly damp and spirits high. Felicity, still riding a wave of excitement, made a beeline for the next attraction—only to bump straight into a wall of soft brown fur. She looked up, startled, and found herself face-to-face with a giant bear mascot.

“Oh, sorry!” she blurted, instantly apologetic, assuming she’d barreled into him.

The bear said nothing, just held out the last helium balloon in his paw, offering it to her.

“For me?” Felicity started, but before she could reach for the string, Conrad—who had caught up—pulled her protectively behind him, eyeing the bear with suspicion. “Sorry, we’re not buying anything,” he said coolly.

The bear shook his huge head, the plush headpiece wobbling.

“What’s your deal?” Felicity protested, landing a light punch on Conrad’s back. Ignoring his sour look, she took the balloon from the bear, beaming. “Thank you!”