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!

open. Inside, shelves were

than she'd seen

tears. Even though she was starving, she forced herself to

reached into a corner

three quick bites—she barely tasted it. As she reached for another, she felt a tug at her skirt. Looking down, she saw the wolf

almost forgotten about

just stand here stuffing her face-after all, they were both sneaking food. Instead, she grabbed some napkins, wrapped up 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

stacked more

nothing seemed out

with the wolf right behind her, closing the kitchen door

Safe in her room,

in her closet, then took the frozen steak to the bathroom to thaw and

in secret spots around the room-just enough to get her through the next few days. Finally, she began to feel her strength returning, but she didn't dare leave

contentedly to sleep, Mila was back in the bathroom, meticulously scrubbing away any traces

into

calm, obediently getting dressed and following the maid to the garden, shuffling along in feigned weakness, eyes

as usual, she finally let

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

But the truth was,

nearly as docile as she

assumed the day would pass in the usual

What?

her toward

heart pounded. No

She was doomed.

his voice gentle,