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.

to her hair, the picture of an impossibly perfect couple-if

"Lysander, ready to go?"

out of the cabin. He paused, catching sight of the pair on deck, but didn't

he didn't, she dug

a half-smile. But as Mila moved toward the gangway, he caught

do you

hospital," she

brow furrowed. "I'll send for the doctor." He turned to

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

narrowed, his stare sharp as a fox's. When Mila looked away, he understood-she just hadn't

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

was left standing

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

his chest in the backseat, she stayed silent. At least this way, things

was whisked straight

arrived, greeting Lysander before joining the exam. Time seemed

of the doctors, looking uneasy, handed

might want to see

to the final results.

voice low