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.

two of them stood entwined at the bow, his chin pressed to her hair, the picture of an impossibly perfect couple-if you ignored the fire blazing in

"Lysander, ready to go?"

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

When he didn't, she dug her nails into

glanced at the red marks she'd left, lips quirking in a

you

she replied

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

place, not under these 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

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

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

left standing on

but smooth. Mila listened as Lysander made several calls in flawless Italian-not a language she knew well, but she understood enough to guess he was

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

and Mila was whisked straight into an

doctors arrived, greeting Lysander before joining the exam.

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

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flipping straight to the final results. Instantly, his face darkened with

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