Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 499

"...Well, you’re certainly taking this lightly."

Miranda muttered, flopping back on the bed with her arms spread wide. She sighed, "Honestly, what’s the point in worrying? How many marriages in this world are truly about love anyway? Finding someone decent is already more than most people get."

Mila paused, her heart tightening just a little.

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While the two friends were tucked away in their room, whispering secrets, someone knocked at the guest room across the hall. Forrest opened the door to find the butler standing there, wearing his usual professional smile.

"Mr. Whitmore, Mrs. Sutherland would like to see you in her study for some tea."

Forrest hesitated for a split second. So, this is it, he thought. No wonder she ignored him at dinner—she’d been waiting for this moment.

"Of course. Let me get myself together."

He said he needed a moment, but really, he’d been ready for this all night. He hadn’t changed out of his suit after dinner, half-expecting this summons. Straightening his jacket, he followed the butler down the hall.

The study was filled with roses in every shade imaginable, their fragrance subtle but unmistakable. Clearly, Mrs. Sutherland had a fondness for them.

Forrest stepped inside.

The door closed slowly behind him; the butler didn’t follow.

"Mrs. Sutherland," he greeted her formally.

"Not calling me Jade anymore?" From her seat at the head of the room, Jade cradled a delicate porcelain teacup, taking a small sip of her black tea. Her tone was cool.

"I wouldn’t dare."

She gave a cold little laugh. "You seem daring enough to me. But I suppose Mila’s not here, so now you’re suddenly all respectful."

He didn’t flinch. "That’s true."

"At least you’re honest," Jade set her cup down, her tone shifting abruptly. "Let’s get to it—whose idea was this charade? Yours, or hers?"