Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 237

In the end, since it was his mother who had agreed, Lysander decided not to kick his annoying cousin Archie out of the hospital room.

"I'm recuperating right now and need some peace. We'll talk later," Lysander said, hoping Archie would take the hint and leave.

But Archie just let out a nonchalant "Oh," pretending not to catch the underlying message in Lysander's words. His eyes shamelessly darted between Lysander and Giselle, with a grin that seemed to disregard any sense of decorum.

Lysander's expression darkened, just about to speak when Archie interrupted, "Cousin, my dad insisted I come find you on the weekends or else he'd deal with me. Besides, you're sick. If I don't come to check on you, what kind of person would that make me?"

Lysander smiled thinly, "Throw him out."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Leonard stepped forward, hoisting Archie—who was nearly as tall as him—right off his feet. In a single swift motion, Leonard carried the stunned Archie out of the room.

It took Archie a moment outside to regain his composure. "Wow, what strength!" he muttered to himself. Realizing he couldn't fight back and definitely couldn't win a physical confrontation, he resorted to banging on the door and shouting, "Cousin, don't be shy! I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

Not waiting for anyone inside to respond, Archie quickly made his escape, muttering to himself that discretion was indeed the better part of valor.

Once safely downstairs, Archie whistled cheerfully and fiddled with a button on his denim jacket. Soon, he managed to remove it, revealing a tiny hidden camera. He pulled out his phone and opened the cloud storage, where a video of Giselle feeding Lysander, a scene of intimate care, was saved.

Once all this was sorted, she followed Howard back to Bamboo Grove.

Around four or five in the afternoon, Forrest returned from work and headed straight to the kitchen, whipping up a lavish dinner filled with Mila's favorite dishes.

As Mila savored the delicious meal, she felt a pang of guilt. She was staying at their place, under their protection, and now being cooked for. It just didn't seem right. Tentatively, she suggested, "Um, maybe I should be the one cooking from now on."

The room was cozy with the heat on, and Forrest, pushing up the sleeves of his gray shirt to reveal his lean, well-toned arms, adjusted his silver-framed glasses and smiled warmly. "I've gotten used to cooking for myself while abroad. It's no trouble at all to add another portion," he reassured her.