No argument? Really?
Adrian scratched his head, trying to recall, and answered truthfully.
His mom was always so mild-tempered. The only time he saw her get upset was when he spent too much time with Giselle.
It made him nervous to even mention playing with Giselle around his mom now.
Giselle, you said you had a misunderstanding with my mom and that you’d talk it over. When are you going to make up?
It was such a hassle to keep avoiding his mom.
Soon, soon.
Giselle chuckled softly, gently patting the child’s head, masking the shadow of resentment in her alluring eyes.
It’s great your parents aren’t arguing. But, Adrian, have you been keeping your mom company and comforting her?
She asked with feigned concern.
Yes, yes.
Adrian nodded vigorously, his eyes crinkling with his smile. I’ve been a good boy, listening to Giselle’s advice, and I keep my mom company every night. It makes her happy.
Giselle’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
It was worth the trouble of keeping Adrian at the Montgomery family for a few extra days. Originally, after Lysander agreed, she could have taken the child to her place to play.
But she changed her mind, deciding on a little mischief in the Montgomery household while she had the chance.
She couldn’t quite figure out Lysander’s sudden change of heart, but he had agreed. She wouldn’t tolerate her man being with another woman, even if it was his ex-wife!
For the seven years of their marriage, she could pretend nothing happened, but from now on, Lysander was hers alone!
Tonight, she would take Adrian to meet her parents, reassure them, and then return him.
Giselle pondered this, her eyes sparkling with a hidden light.
…
The next morning.
Mila woke up in the arms of her husband, brushing away the arm draped over her waist as she attempted to get up and head to the bathroom.
She had promised to visit the family estate today.
…
After breakfast.
Mila stood at the entrance of the villa, gazing at the broad space outside, feeling momentarily dazed.
Though it had been just a few days, it felt like years since she had seen the outside world. It was overwhelming, her chest tight with emotion.
Having second thoughts?
Lysander’s voice came from behind, his hand resting on her waist.
Mila quickly stepped away, distancing herself from him, striding over to the black car waiting at the entrance.
Lysander chuckled lightly and followed her.
Leonard was driving today. He glanced in the rearview mirror at the contrasting emotions of the pair in the back seat, then started the car in silence.