Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 403

Chapter 396

Mila fell silent.

Why was this man so impossibly difficult? He was just as infuriating as Lysander -no, even worse than Lysander!

Not that she dared voice any of this; she kept the complaints locked away inside.

Taking a slow breath, she obediently scooped up a small bite of cake with a spoon and, fighting down a wave of discomfort, offered it to the man. He leaned forward slightly and accepted it from her lips.

The kitchen was unnaturally quiet.

Mila's nerves were strung tight. She worried that if she'd gotten the flavor wrong, he'd lose his temper-and then she'd really be in trouble.

A long, tense moment passed.

Then, suddenly, Cossio reached out and took the plate from her.

He must want to eat by himself now.

Relief washed over her. The taste must have been right.

But before she could relax, the plate slipped from his grasp. It crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Cake and crumbs scattered everywhere.

Mila's heart plummeted.

A second later, the man's voice broke the silence, calm and detached: "Wrong. She would never feed me cake like that... I can't forgive what happened last night. You need to be punished."

What?!

nearly swore out

that about? Did he seriously mistake her

This was madness!

in holding back anymore. Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Sir, why did you even kidnap me? Are you trying to threaten the Montgomery family? Because I'll tell you right now, Lysander couldn't care less about me. He only cares about Giselle-Giselle! Taking me hostage is useless. I have nothing to do with the Montgomerys

expect any mercy

usual threats were bad enough; who knew what kind of

No more pretending!

softened a little as she stepped closer. "Listen, why don't we talk this out? Money, information-whatever you want, I'll trade for my life.

never say something

interrupted, suddenly closing the distance between them. Mila instinctively backed away until her hips hit the counter, trapping her. His gloved hand reached

his hand away, but he caught her wrist

don't care what ties you have

lived with her for a long time. You know her well, and

"If

I'll

"Take her downstairs."

entered the kitchen, grabbed Mila

panic kicked in, and she clung desperately to the doorframe, refusing to let go—even as the wound on her left hand split open

didn't bother begging for mercy; she knew it would do

She'd overheard enough at that strange woodland party-she'd heard men talk about the sick things they did to women. She had no illusions about the

was, it would

had to assume the worst, and she couldn't let herself fall into

No matter what.

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