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.

hair, the picture of an impossibly perfect couple-if you ignored the fire blazing in

"Lysander, ready to go?"

docked, a man with wild red hair burst out 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.

go!” Mila snapped, twisting in Lysander's grip. When he didn't, she dug her

she'd left, lips quirking in a half-smile. But as Mila

do you think you're

hospital," she replied

send for the doctor." He turned to Francis, ready to give the

circumstances. Honestly, she was too scared to go to the hospital alone, afraid she'd be kidnapped again. She decided to just tell the truth. "Before the wedding, Cossio said something weird, then knocked me out. I don't know what he did, or if anything's wrong, but I need a

as a fox's. When Mila looked away, he understood-she just hadn't wanted to talk to him.

carried her off the ship to the waiting car, which sped away toward

was left standing

made several calls in flawless Italian-not a language she knew well, but she understood enough to guess he was arranging for doctors, getting

backseat, she stayed silent. At

whisked straight into an examination room-no waiting,

hour passed. Then, several more doctors arrived, greeting Lysander before joining the exam. Time seemed to

the

to

the report, flipping straight to the final results. Instantly, his face

voice