Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 511

Her brows slowly knit together.

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Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Mila had come here to catch her breath and take a break, but she couldn’t really relax. As soon as she walked in, she went straight for her phone, just in case she missed any messages.

She had barely picked it up when something on the nightstand caught her eye—a blush-pink rose, delicate and fresh, resting right where she would see it.

A rose?

She was certain she hadn’t put a rose there before.

But she remembered: at the masquerade, she’d plucked a rose and tucked it behind her mask to set herself apart from the crowd, hoping it would help Forrest find her. Only, that flower had ended up in Lysander’s hands.

And now, here it was, on her nightstand.

Her phone slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Mila’s pulse thundered in her ears, icy sweat prickling down her back.

Had he been here? Was he still in her room?

The fragile calm she’d managed to gather snapped in an instant.

“Mila, listen to me—hey, what on earth are you doing?” Miranda pulled the bedroom door shut and turned around, only to freeze at the sight before her.

Mila was frantically darting around the room, doing all sorts of odd things—throwing back the curtains to check behind them, peering behind the bathroom door, yanking open every wardrobe in the walk-in closet and tossing clothes out as if searching for someone.

And now she was sprawled on the floor, looking under the bed?

Miranda finally lost patience and hauled Mila out from beneath the bed, forcing her to sit down.

“Mila! Get a grip!”

She had to bark at her several times, even pinched her cheeks, before Mila stopped looking so dazed. “What’s going on with you?” Miranda demanded, thoroughly baffled.

Mila opened her mouth to speak, but she was breathing so hard she couldn’t get any words out. She didn’t know if it was from the sudden panic or all the running around, but cold sweat kept pouring down as she struggled to catch her breath.

She finally managed to lift a shaky hand and point at the nightstand.

Miranda glanced over, picked up the pink-white rose, and looked at it in confusion. “It’s just a rose. What’s the big deal?”

A flower had her this spooked?

“N-no, it’s not that,” Mila gasped after a moment, finally forcing the words out. “It’s Lysander. Lysander left it…”

After she’d managed to get the story out, Miranda fell silent in turn.

What was there to say?

She really had nothing to say!

Back in the garden, when Mila told her side of things, Miranda had assumed Mila still didn’t know that the man in the cloak at the ball was Lysander. Turns out, she had figured it out ages ago!

No wonder Lysander had threatened her into helping him.