Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband? novel 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 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 Mila’s eyes, that is.

“Lysander, ready to go?”

The moment the ship 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. I’ll just head on ahead, shall I?”

“Let go!” Mila snapped, twisting in Lysander’s grip. When he didn’t, she dug her nails into the back of his hand. He finally released her.

Lysander glanced at the red marks she’d left, lips quirking in a half-smile. But as Mila moved toward the gangway, he caught her wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“The hospital,” she replied shortly.

“Is your wound acting up again?” Lysander’s brow furrowed. “I’ll send for the doctor.” He turned to Francis, ready to give the order.

“No need.” Mila hesitated, realizing there was no hiding it now—not in this foreign 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 knocked me out. I don’t know what he did, or if anything’s wrong, but I need a check-up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Lysander’s eyes 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 Francis, “Go on ahead. I’ll catch up later.”

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