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!

Inside, shelves were lined

seen in ages. The

though she was starving, she forced herself to

corner for

it. As she reached for another, she felt a tug at her skirt.

almost

they were both sneaking food. Instead, she grabbed some napkins, wrapped up a few more pastries, and picked out a couple of raw,

and stacked more meat to

seemed out

upstairs with the wolf

Safe in her room,

frozen steak to the bathroom to thaw and rinse it. After a fair bit of effort, she locked the wolf inside the bathroom to eat in

next few days. Finally, she began to feel her strength returning, but she

sleep, Mila was back in the bathroom, meticulously scrubbing away any traces of their midnight raid. Only when everything was spotless

drifted into

getting dressed and following the maid to the garden, shuffling along in feigned weakness, eyes always hungry for

Cossio behaving as usual, she

He hadn't noticed.

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. That kind of

But the truth was,

as docile

in the garden with him, Mila assumed the day would pass in the usual dull silence with

What?

her toward the

heart pounded. No

She was doomed.

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