Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 122

For the past seven years, he had never acted this way. What was he playing at now?

The next moment, Mila felt her hospital bed dip as someone leaned over. Suddenly, something soft brushed against her lips.

He dared to kiss her!

Mila's eyes snapped open, glaring angrily. "You...!"

Before she could finish, her lips were sealed again by the intruder. Enraged, she bit down hard. Instead of retreating, he held her hands down, kissing her even more fiercely.

It was only after a long moment that Lysander finally pulled back, his fox-like eyes crinkling with a mischievous smile, his lips looking even more alluring.

"Are you willing to talk to me now?"

This lunatic!

But she knew she couldn't ignore him any longer. Who knew what this madman might do next?

Mila was so furious her chest was heaving, her headache worsening as she slumped back against the hospital bed, utterly drained.

Noticing her condition, Lysander dropped the teasing and gently massaged her temples with his large hands.

Once Mila regained some strength, she slapped him away. If he hadn't come today, she wouldn't have been this upset.

Lysander didn't seem bothered. He smiled as he sat back down. "Don't worry. I've dealt with those who've wronged you."

Mila frowned, staring coldly at him. "And what of it?"

Lysander smiled faintly. "I'll help you, protect you, just like before. But don't keep fighting me. If you do, it won't be playful anymore."

Playful?

Playful, my foot!

Mila took a deep, calming breath, her anger tinged with bitter amusement. "That's unnecessary. I can handle these things without you."

"And how will you handle them?"

Lysander glanced at the bandage on her forehead. "By getting hurt again?"

Mila replied calmly, "It was an accident. He didn't gain anything from it."

"The more you act like this, the more I feel like a complete fool for the past seven years!"

Lysander's brow furrowed, as if he wanted to say something, but Mila stopped him with a wave of her hand.

Today, she would lay it all out, even if it tore apart the past.

"Lysander, you say I need you. Do I need you?"

"When I needed you, where were you? For even a moment, did you ever give me reason to hope? No! Because in your heart, I was never worthy!"

"Now you claim you want the best for me. Fine, I'll believe you this once."

Mila reached into her bag on the bedside table, pulled out a divorce agreement, and threw it in Lysander's face.

"You want what's best for me? Then sign it. You know exactly what I want most right now."

"I'm asking you for this one thing!"

"Lysander, signing the divorce papers is my last and only hope for you."