Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 395

Fuming, Mila muttered a curse under her breath as she dragged her exhausted body back to the kitchen door. The wolf immediately began circling her, golden eyes gleaming with anticipation.

So, what was the code again?

Stomach growling and mouth watering, Mila wracked her brain, trying to recall the code she'd glimpsed a few days ago. She'd tried to sneak a peek from afar, but was caught almost immediately-she hadn't managed to see much, and she certainly didn't dare to just start guessing at random.

After agonizing over it, the smell of food seemed so strong she could almost taste

it through the door-though, maybe that was just her imagination.

Forget it.

She'd just try something and hope for the best.

Remembering how obsessed Cossio was with Felicity-even going so far as to learn her favorite recipes―Mila took a wild guess. She punched in a string of numbers, figuring if she got it wrong, she'd just have to deal with the consequences.

Click.

The door swung open.

Mila blinked in disbelief. Seriously? That was it? Felicity's birthday? That was the code? Talk about obvious.

Well, it worked.

Who cared how simple it was-she could finally eat!

Swallowing hard, she and the wolf squeezed into the kitchen together, heading straight for the massive triple-door fridge.

Food! Food!

the fridge open. Inside, shelves were lined

food than she'd seen in

was starving,

a corner for a

her skirt. Looking down, she saw the wolf baring its teeth, growling softly, and nudging

She'd almost forgotten about

a few more pastries, and picked out a couple of raw, hardy vegetables that would keep for a while. For the wolf, she fished a frozen steak out from the

she was done, she carefully rearranged the vegetable rack and stacked more meat

seemed

skirt and hurried upstairs with the wolf right behind her, closing

Safe in her room,

and rinse it. After a

next few days. Finally, she began to feel her strength returning, but she didn't dare leave her room again that night.

wolf finished and curled up contentedly to sleep, Mila was back in the bathroom, meticulously scrubbing away any traces of their midnight raid. Only when everything was spotless did she let herself

into a

put on her usual mask of calm, obediently getting dressed and following the maid to the

usual, she finally let

He hadn't noticed.

her food and freedom, yet he never actually locked her in her room. It was as if he believed she couldn't do anything, couldn't possibly escape.

But the truth was,

nearly as docile

with him, Mila assumed the day would pass in the usual

What?

her

closer they got, the harder Mila's heart pounded. No way. Had

She was doomed.

panic set in, he suddenly turned to her, his voice gentle, "Darling, I've been craving your rose cake.