Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 389

Mila had been forced to sit out in the garden until nightfall. By the time the air turned chilly and she was so numb she could barely feel her legs, a maid finally came to lead her back to her room.

Dinner, of course, was out of the question.

...

The wolf was still there.

She watched as the animal-wolf in name, but acting more like a dog-gorged itself on food, then let out a long, rank belch in her direction. Mila's eyes practically gleamed green, though whether from hunger or pure irritation, she

couldn't say.

She was hungry enough to eat the wolf.

That night, after confirming the wolf wasn't about to attack her—at least for the moment-Mila decided to get what sleep she could, even with a wolf in the room. Skipping sleep on an empty stomach would only make things worse.

Sure, she'd told the kidnapper earlier that she wouldn't run or try to fight back, but if a chance came along, she wasn't about to let it slip by.

The couch was impossible to sleep on, so she crawled between the bed curtains, determined to shut out the sight of the wolf and pretend it didn't exist. But the wolf clearly disliked being ignored. The moment she settled in, its head poked through the curtains, golden eyes glinting in the dark, intent on her.

They locked eyes for two tense seconds. Then Mila lay back, closed her eyes, and pretended not to notice.

Stare all you want, she thought. I need to sleep.

After a day spent with her kidnapper in the garden, being punished by sitting until night with no dinner, she was physically and mentally exhausted. If the wolf wanted to eat her while she slept, so be it.

At this point, she could only chalk it up to fate.

But in the middle of the night, hunger woke her. Her stomach growled so loudly it was impossible to sleep.

She craved food.

Her eyes, shining with green desperation, drifted to the wolf, which had dozed off with its head resting over the side of the bed, snoring softly.

it

...

considered her own strength-she was realistic. Still, the hunger was

a wolf, cooped up with a kidnapper, and forced to share a room with a predator who might decide to snack on her at any moment. Her nerves were shot;

dizzy

This couldn't go on.

in bed, immediately drawing the wolf's attention. It sprang up,

baring its teeth and growling low in

spent enough time with the creature to know it was

sure if this foreign wolf would understand her, she resorted to gestures-first miming a big plate piled high with meat, then

It was a gamble.

in the darkness. There was

she

her eyes and

nightgown. The wolf gave a determined yank, dragging her toward the door,

Mila: "..."

for words. So, the wolf was a foodie,

could work

hunger-slipped out of

wolf led the way; Mila followed close

was off to raid the kitchen, she was more than happy to tag along

of food made Mila's mouth water; she picked

of a nightlight lit one corner, but otherwise, the place was deserted. It was the first time Mila had seen the main hall-lavishly decorated in an old-world European style,

opulence was offset by the abundance of black roses scattered throughout, every

owned this castle, Mila thought, really had a thing for black

time to dwell on it-the wolf was circling in front of a

had to

and found it locked. Seriously? Who locks their own

with a key, but with a digital

the last