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 enough

landing. She could hear the wolf padding behind her, following her right into the room she'd come from. There wasn't even time to close the door-it

dare shut it

up on the sofa, staring at the wolf sprawled across the glass coffee table. She couldn't let

Night had fallen completely.

still-open window, ruffling the black curtains that swayed gently in the

footsteps sounded

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

table and, using tongs, laid

the food immediately, tearing into it with savage bites, blood dripping onto the table and filling the

yet, after watching the wolf eat with such gusto, her own hunger suddenly became impossible to

by the wolf and forced to stand for hours, all without a single bite to eat. She

usually feed their

about

to her,

there any dinner

English.

respond. She just stood there with the silver bucket, head bowed, as still and expressionless as a

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

the maid said

downstairs had spoken Italian, so she fumbled through a halting request in

the maid ignored her once again.

Clearly,

No dinner for her.

maid had cleaned up the blood and removed the tray, the animal curled up again

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