Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Giselle's direct mention of sharing a bed caught Mila off guard. She realized she'd been too conservative in her thinking.

Lysander's face turned stormy at Giselle's bluntness.

"Wait here. I'll have Leonard take you home," Lysander told Mila curtly before dragging Giselle away.

But Mila had no intention of waiting. She stood up from the couch, smoothed her dress, and headed for the door. However, when she reached it, she found the lock wouldn't budge, her expression darkening in disbelief. She never imagined Lysander would go so far as to lock her in the lounge. What was he thinking?

...

"Ma'am, Mr. Montgomery asked me to take you home."

Leonard, dressed impeccably in a suit, appeared at the door shortly after.

Mila ignored him. As soon as the door opened, she moved to leave, but Leonard blocked her path, his tall frame completely sealing the exit.

Mila glared at him coldly. "Leonard, what do you mean by this?"

"Mr. Montgomery instructed me to personally escort you home. Please, ma'am, don't make this difficult for me."

Leonard's indifferent gaze briefly took in Mila's elegant silhouette, accentuated by her fitted dress, before he looked away, his face remaining emotionless and stern. "I don't need a ride. I have my own home."

Mila had no intention of going with Leonard. Having decided on a divorce, she was certainly not returning to the house she shared with Lysander at Willow Creek.

"Move aside!"

Leonard didn't budge.

Raised with the Montgomery family's sponsorship and trained rigorously, Leonard, who had experience as a mercenary, stood like an immovable stone wall. Mila knew she couldn't push him aside.

Recalling the last time her photos were forcibly deleted from her phone, Mila knew better than to engage in a futile struggle.

She tried calling Lysander, but he wouldn't pick up.

"Are you going to move or not?" Mila demanded, clutching her phone tightly, her eyes growing colder and more impatient with Leonard's stubbornness. "You're truly a loyal dog of the Montgomery family."

Unfazed, Leonard replied, "Please, ma'am, come back to the Montgomery family home with me."

As the two stood at an impasse, a warm male voice came from outside the door. "Ms. Sutherland, I didn't see you at the gathering earlier. I thought you had left, but here you are."

Roland approached with a smile.

Mila's eyes lit up at the sight of him. "Mr. Lockwood, what a coincidence. I was just heading to the party to find you."

She attempted to step outside, but Leonard blocked her again.

She never expected that even in the presence of the Lockwood family, the hosts of the party, Leonard would be so disrespectful.

"Leonard!" Mila's temper flared.

"What seems to be the problem here?" Roland inquired as he drew nearer, gently placing a hand on Leonard's arm blocking the doorway. With a soft smile, he said, "Leonard, is this how the Montgomery family taught you to respect your superiors?"

Keeping his hand on the doorframe, Leonard replied coolly, "Mr. Lockwood, this is a private matter of the Montgomery family."

"Oh? But Ms. Sutherland is a cherished guest of the Lockwood family," Roland countered, using one hand to effortlessly pull Leonard's arm away from the doorframe. "Ms. Sutherland, please, after you."

Mila was astounded.

She had seen Leonard handle subordinates before; even mercenaries trained for combat couldn't take him on, not even in groups. Yet Roland, who seemed so genteel, had easily moved Leonard aside with one hand.noveldrama

What exactly were the Lockwoods involved in?

Pushing the thought aside, Mila stepped out of the room.

"Thank you, Mr. Lockwood."

"My pleasure. When my honored guest is being mistreated on my turf, it's a slight

against me," Roland replied with a casual air.