Mila understood the awkwardness of the interview and knew it was natural for someone to feel uneasy after such an embarrassing incident.
The only odd thing was that Lysander hadn’t approached her about the divorce in days. Had he even seen the divorce papers?
Mila decided to call Lysander again.
This time, she didn’t wait for him to speak first. Have you signed it? she asked pointedly.
What? Lysander sounded confused.
The moment he reacted, Mila realized he probably hadn’t been home in days; otherwise, he would know exactly what she was talking about.
I mean the divorc—
Lysander, who is it? Giselle’s voice interrupted, and before she knew it, Lysander replied with a quick No one before hanging up.
Mila gripped her phone tightly, half-amused, half-irritated.
Here she was, trying to make room for someone else in Lysander’s life, and he wasn’t the least bit appreciative. He couldn’t even spare a moment for a phone call.
Every call went like this; he clearly didn’t want to deal with her, and Mila was getting tired of reaching out.
She refused to believe that Lysander would never return home. As soon as he did, he would find the papers, and it was only a matter of time.
If the divorce wasn’t finalized before the year ended, she was prepared to visit Lysander’s father. After all, her father-in-law had never been fond of her.
Having sorted out her thoughts, Mila returned to her own affairs.
She no longer wanted to concern herself with anything related to the Montgomery family and focused entirely on herself.
That evening, she received a message from a mysterious high-profile client of her studio. They requested her to deliver a gown to a specified location by 5 p.m. the next day.
It wasn’t too late in the day.
She could feel the vehicle winding through turns, with the road growing slightly bumpy in the latter half of the journey. After about an hour, they came to a stop.
Before exiting, a guard handed Mila a black blindfold.
This had been explained to her beforehand. As someone specializing in bespoke services, Mila understood the protocol. The client wanted to keep the location of their residence confidential, so she silently accepted and put it on.
As she stepped out, she was greeted by the fresh scent of grass and plants in the air, accompanied by occasional birdsong and the gentle sound of running water.
Despite it being winter, the scenery must be stunning.
Her toolkit and the suit had already been taken for thorough inspection.
Guided by someone, Mila carefully walked across the soft, snowy ground and soon entered a warm space.
She was indoors.