**Kingsford Medical Center**
In the shadowy stairwell, Mila found herself encircled by a man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His lips pressed against hers, creating a quiet, almost inaudible sound.
After struggling for a while, she managed to push him away forcefully. Lysander, what madness are you up to now?
Her face was filled with indignation as she vigorously wiped her overly kissed lips, glaring at the man before her, whose eyes were filled with unsatisfied desire.
Lysander reached out to pull the soft and alluring woman back into his embrace, only to have his hand slapped away.
Don’t touch me! I find you repulsive!
Lysander shook his hand where she’d struck him, raising an eyebrow slightly. He suddenly slammed his palm against the wall beside Mila’s head, leaning down to gaze at her intently. A sly smile played on his lips.
Repulsive?
And aren’t you? Despite being pinned against the wall, Mila refused to back down, sneering, Chairman Montgomery, do I need to remind you?
The sharp, fiery Mila intrigued him.
He hadn’t seen this side of her since before their marriage. In the seven years since, she had always been gentle, understanding, and obedient—pleasant, but lacking in passion.
Now, as she dared mention divorce, she seemed to regain some of the lively boldness she had before their marriage, making her all the more dazzling.
It stirred something hot within him.
As he pondered this, he lost himself in the vivid emotions on Mila’s face, leaning in to kiss her again.
But a hand suddenly came up to stop him.
The next moment, Mila’s delicate wrist was caught in his firm grasp, pressed against the wall, his hot breath teasing her ear.
My dear, don’t tempt me. This is a hospital.
She hadn’t known about Jade returning the dress money, but she understood her great-aunt’s sentiment—to sever any ties, especially financial, with the Montgomery family. The extra 0 was just Jade being childish, her whimsical spirit untouched by age.
But Lysander… he had received the money back; what was he complaining about? Playing the victim?
Feigning innocence.
Mila’s expression turned cold. That’s between you and my great-aunt, unrelated to our issues. You got your money back, so what’s your complaint?
Lysander fell silent.
Seeing her remain unmoved, he paused for half a minute before speaking again, his tone now laced with a cold edge—
Let’s not talk about that.
As for Giselle, we’ve been friends since childhood, with over a decade of history. Our families are old acquaintances, and naturally, I look after her.