Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 268

Mila changed out of her evening gown, took a quick shower, and slipped into something comfortable for home.

She tucked her child in for the night before heading to the study. Only after gently knocking and hearing Forrest’s calm, steady voice from inside did she open the door and step in.

Forrest looked up, surprised to see her. “You’re still up?”

“There’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Mila sat down on the sofa. Forrest stood from behind his desk and came around to join her, leaving a polite distance between them. His tone was gentle. “What’s on your mind?”

Mila hesitated, thinking back to the end of the party when she’d run into Roland. He’d brought up Miranda, and though she’d brushed off his questions, something about it had left her uneasy.

Choosing her words, she asked, “Do you… know Roland well?”

Forrest was caught off guard by the question. After a brief pause, he nodded. “We’ve been friends for years, so I’d say I know him pretty well. Why do you ask?”

Mila bit her lip. “Is he… the type who plays around? I mean, does he have a reputation for being a womanizer?”

She finally voiced her concern. The last thing she wanted was for Miranda to get hurt by a man who couldn’t be trusted.

Forrest looked genuinely surprised by her seriousness. He thought for a moment before answering, “All I know is that he dated a few women when he was abroad. The breakups were all amicable. But I honestly don’t know much about his private life… Why are you asking about him all of a sudden?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just curious,” Mila replied quickly, steering the conversation away before it got too close to her best friend’s secrets.

“Actually, what I really wanted to ask was about the plans for going overseas. Miranda called earlier and said things with the Lockwood family are wrapping up, your company’s about to go public, and the partnership with the Lockwoods is locked in. So things are looking pretty stable now, right?”

For someone as self-sufficient as Forrest, she had no idea how she could ever repay him. But she would remember this kindness, and if the chance ever came, she’d find a way.

At her touch, Forrest’s hand trembled almost imperceptibly. Behind his glasses, his eyes softened with an unreadable emotion, and he let out a quiet laugh.

“Mimi, if you keep thanking me like this, I’m going to start feeling hurt.”

Mila froze, suddenly realizing her forwardness. She quickly let go of his hand and shifted away, her eyes darting awkwardly around the room, unsure where to look.

Forrest glanced at his now-empty hand, then unexpectedly closed the space between them a little more. His gaze lingered on her, serious now.

“Mimi, after you leave… will you come back?”