Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 393

Chapter 386

Go back?

Mila froze on the steps leading up from the first floor, locking eyes with the blond man standing below her. After a tense moment, she tried speaking English, her voice shaky.

"You..."

Bang!

Before she could finish, another gunshot rang out. The bullet struck the wooden banister beside her, splintering it into sharp fragments that peppered her face and arms, leaving her skin stinging.

She shrank back instinctively, but stopped herself just in time.

She could feel thick, hot fur pressing against her calves-the wolf was right behind her.

That did it. She was trapped.

There was a gun pointing at her from the front, and the man was clearly forcing her to back up. But behind her was the wolf, and she didn't dare make a wrong move. She stayed rooted to the spot until the blond man raised his gun, aiming it directly at her head. His warning this time was unmistakable.

She didn't have a choice.

Mila took another hesitant step backward, bumping into the wolf again. The animal was heavy and solid, blocking her way, and she didn't dare push harder.

Then-

A sharp whistle echoed through the hall, casual and almost mocking.

At the sound, the wolf moved aside, finally giving her room.

darted toward the hall, but she'd barely had a chance to look before another shot rang out. This one ripped through the hem of her dress, close

step by step, until she'd returned to the previous landing. She could hear the wolf padding behind her, following her right into the room she'd come from. There wasn't

didn't dare shut

knees, Mila curled up on the sofa, staring at the wolf sprawled across the glass coffee table.

Night had fallen completely.

the still-open window,

footsteps sounded

a silver bucket. She switched on the lights, and Mila saw the

tray on the table and, using tongs, laid out thick slabs of raw,

food immediately, tearing into it with savage bites, blood dripping

watching the wolf eat with such gusto, her own hunger suddenly became

menaced by the wolf and forced to stand for hours, all

kidnappers usually feed

worry about her starving

talking to her, Mila decided she wouldn't make things any harder on

any

English.

there with the silver bucket, head

hadn't heard, Mila asked again, "Could I please have something

the maid

downstairs had spoken Italian, so she fumbled through a

once again. Mila

Clearly,

No dinner for her.

finished eating quickly. Once the maid had cleaned up the blood and removed the tray, the animal curled up again on the cold glass table, let out a loud, satisfied burp, and fixed Mila with a

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