Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 395

Chapter 388

Mila was so hungry her head was starting to spin.

Across from her, the man picked up his cane and, with the silver-engraved handle, tapped lightly on the pair of silk gloves resting on the table-the ones she'd just taken off and set down.

She sucked in a deep breath, exasperated.

Seriously?

What was with this obsessive compulsion? The urge to laugh bubbled up, but she fought it down and obediently slipped the gloves back on. Just as she finished, the plate of pastries was handed over again.

She took a bite. The dessert was so sweet it nearly brought her to tears.

Finally, something to eat.

At this point, anything tasted delicious to her. She did her best to eat with a semblance of grace, but she didn't bother to slow down; soon, the pastries were gone.

A small cup of coffee appeared.

She drank it in one gulp, wincing at the bitterness.

Honestly, she was still hungry. The pastries had only been a few tiny pieces, nowhere near enough. But the man ignored her, sitting off to the side, eyes fixed on his book.

The garden was utterly silent.

With the veil draped over her head, Mila couldn't see a thing-appreciating the garden was out of the question. Everything in her view was just a blur of color.

Still, she could make out one thing:

Black and crimson roses dominated the garden-the same variety as the one the man had placed in her palm earlier.

She didn't get it.

He'd brought her here by force, hadn't killed her, hadn't made any demands, barely even said a word. He refused any attempt at communication. What was the point of all this?

supposed to live or die? Couldn't

put down his book. Gloved in black

beneath the edge of her

butterfly perched delicately

he wanted. Was she supposed to take it? She hesitantly reached out, and the butterfly fluttered down to

returned to his

simply enduring the silence. Time crawled toward noon. Mila was almost dozing off in the heat when, suddenly, a shadow fell over her, snapping her

veil, several

servants—she could tell by their uniforms—set up a sunshade overhead and

Her stomach growled.

didn't

stole a glance at the man. He closed his book, handed it to a waiting

one paid

she supposed to eat or

...

gold gown,

no one stopped

a piece of roast chicken from the nearest platter, lifting

No one intervened.

was allowed to eat?

kidnapper starves their

herself starve to death. Mila didn't bother with

standing silently

from

in her wrought-iron chair before

barely eaten

beneath her veil, Mila glared at the man still dining

Lunch ended soon after.

she'd never gotten a taste in

liked to walk

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