Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 520

Rose Manor Ballroom

The music slowed, and the sweep of Mila’s black dress gradually settled, as did the flurry of rose petals drifting down onto the polished floor.

Mila rested her hand lightly on Forrest’s arm. Her heart was racing, her breath slightly uneven... She’d agreed to this dance, but the ballroom itself was her own secret choice. This was the very place where Lysander had once dragged her onto the floor, and she’d never quite forgotten it.

As the music faded, her heartbeat still thundered in her chest. Yet, the fear that had once haunted her in this ballroom seemed to be slowly dissolving.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

It was an unexpected thing to say, but Forrest seemed to understand anyway. He didn’t question her, just slipped his uninjured arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Bowing his head, he gazed at the slightly startled woman in his arms, his voice low and teasing. “Anything else?”

He was far too close.

She could hear every breath, feel her pulse hammering in her ears.

Despite having made up her mind, Mila was still unaccustomed to such intimacy. She pressed her hand against Forrest’s chest, attempting to create some space between them, but this time he didn’t let her go. If anything, he drew her in even more.

“Mimi, what do you want to say?”

He knew tonight wasn’t just about sharing a dance. He sensed, with a rising hope, that she was about to say something he’d longed to hear.

But Mila still looked uncertain.

He couldn’t afford to back down.

He was about to urge her on when Mila suddenly seemed to make a decision. She bit her lip, her pale fingers gripping his crimson tie and yanking him down, catching him completely off guard.

He felt her warm breath against his ear, her voice trembling as she whispered, “There’s something I...”

Just a few words.

Brief, simple, but to Forrest, it crashed through him like a thunderbolt. He stood stunned and unmoving.

What?

He couldn’t process it.

While he was still reeling, Mila had already ducked her head, cheeks flushed, unable to meet his eyes. “What... what do you think?” she asked softly.

What did he think?

Was there even a need to think?

Forrest finally snapped back to himself, ready to blurt out a yes, but the words caught in his throat. His voice was rough with emotion as he asked, “Mimi, are you sure? Have you really thought this through?”

Mila froze.