Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel Chapter 395

Fuming, Mila muttered a curse under her breath as she dragged her exhausted body back to the kitchen door. The wolf immediately began circling her, golden eyes gleaming with anticipation.

So, what was the code again?

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Stomach growling and mouth watering, Mila wracked her brain, trying to recall the code she’d glimpsed a few days ago. She’d tried to sneak a peek from afar, but was caught almost immediately—she hadn’t managed to see much, and she certainly didn’t dare to just start guessing at random.

After agonizing over it, the smell of food seemed so strong she could almost taste it through the door—though, maybe that was just her imagination.

Forget it.

She’d just try something and hope for the best.

Remembering how obsessed Cossio was with Felicity—even going so far as to learn her favorite recipes—Mila took a wild guess. She punched in a string of numbers, figuring if she got it wrong, she’d just have to deal with the consequences.

Click.

The door swung open.

Mila blinked in disbelief. Seriously? That was it? Felicity’s birthday? That was the code? Talk about obvious.

Well, it worked.

Who cared how simple it was—she could finally eat!

Swallowing hard, she and the wolf squeezed into the kitchen together, heading straight for the massive triple-door fridge.

Food! Food!

She flung the fridge open. Inside, shelves were lined with pastries, fresh ingredients, and more food than she’d seen in ages. The sight nearly brought her to tears. Even though she was starving, she forced herself to stay calm.

She reached into a corner for a small, delicate pastry.

It was gone in three quick bites—she barely tasted it. As she reached for another, she felt a tug at her skirt. Looking down, she saw the wolf baring its teeth, growling softly, and nudging the bottom of the fridge door.

Right. She’d almost forgotten about him.

She couldn’t just stand here stuffing her face—after all, they were both sneaking food. Instead, she grabbed some napkins, wrapped up a few more pastries, and picked out a couple of raw, hardy vegetables that would keep for a while. For the wolf, she fished a frozen steak out from the bottom shelf.

Once she was done, she carefully rearranged the vegetable rack and stacked more meat to cover the missing steak, making sure everything looked untouched.

Satisfied that nothing seemed out of place,

She bundled everything up in her skirt and hurried upstairs with the wolf right behind her, closing the kitchen door quietly behind them.

Safe in her room,

She quickly stashed the food in her closet, then took the frozen steak to the bathroom to thaw and rinse it. After a fair bit of effort, she locked the wolf inside the bathroom to eat in peace.

Only then did she start hiding her own food in secret spots around the room—just enough to get her through the next few days. Finally, she began to feel her strength returning, but she didn’t dare leave her room again that night. She was exhausted.

When the wolf finished and curled up contentedly to sleep, Mila was back in the bathroom, meticulously scrubbing away any traces of their midnight raid. Only when everything was spotless did she let herself relax a little.

She drifted into a quick nap.