Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 416

The ship inched closer to the port. Mila stood on the deck, gazing out at the

vibrant town spreading along the shore. Her white dress hugged her figure, the hem fluttering in the salty breeze.

Ahead lay Naples.

Only recently had she learned the truth: Cossio had kidnapped her all the way from Eldermere, England, to Italy. That island they'd just left behind? Sicily.

It was so far from home.

"Aren't you cold? You should've worn something warmer."

A black overcoat landed on her shoulders, and an arm slipped around her waist, pulling her against a firm chest. The familiar scent-cool, woodsy, with a hint of spice-washed over her.

Her first instinct was to break free, but she was no match for his strength.

"Don't move," he murmured, chin resting atop her head, his voice rumbling low. "You promised you'd let me make it up to you. No backing out."

"I never promised you anything," she shot back through clenched teeth, bristling

at the way he crowded her space, his presence overwhelming.

But Lysander, as always, was stubborn and unmoved.

the bow, his chin pressed to her hair, the picture of an

"Lysander, ready to go?"

of the cabin. He paused, catching sight of the pair on deck, but didn't bother to disguise his amusement. Waving cheerfully, he called out, "Don't mind me, lovebirds. I'll just head on ahead, shall

grip. When he didn't, she dug her nails into the back of his

red marks she'd left, lips quirking in a half-smile. But as Mila moved toward the

you think you're

she

acting up again?" Lysander's brow furrowed. "I'll send for the doctor." He

she'd be kidnapped again. She decided to just tell the truth. "Before the wedding, Cossio said something weird, then knocked me out.

narrowed, his stare sharp as a fox's. When Mila looked away, he understood-she just hadn't wanted to talk to him. He sighed in exasperation, then barked at

protests, Lysander scooped Mila into his arms and carried her off the ship to the waiting car, which sped away

was left standing on the

several calls in flawless Italian-not a language she knew well, but she understood

his chest in the backseat, she stayed silent.

was whisked straight into an

passed. Then, several more doctors arrived, greeting Lysander before joining

the door opened. One of the doctors, looking uneasy,

to see this

report, flipping straight to the final

he growled, voice