The Wrong Woman

Chapter 380

Nathan responded with a soft murmur.

Mila’s racing heart calmed as she gazed upon the star–studded sky, its ethereal beauty enveloping her in a sense of peace.

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With flushed cheeks, she shyly asked, “Nate, how much longer do you intend to stay me? The boat seems to be drifting off course.”

Nathan slowly shifted, propping himself up with his hands. But before he could fully rise, he collapsed back onto Mila.

Under the weight of his sturdy chest, Mila struggled to breathe, a sense of unease creeping

over her.

“Nate, what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Mila’s hands wrapped around his waist, frantically searching his back.

As her fingers brushed against his shoulder blades, she felt moisture. She withdrew her hand and brought it to her nose, detecting the metallic tang of blood.

anguish, hands trembling as she applied pressure to the wound, her voice choked with

her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll be

her tears, Mila gently pushed

onto his injured back tightly, fearing

silly.” Mila sobbed, feeling utterly

weakly uttered, “Chubs, help me

sit, supporting his arm.

against the edge of the chair, Nathan pointed to the brightest star in the southern sky.

Mila wiped away her tears and nodded. “Yes, I can

course in that direction,” Nathan instructed.

the direction, aligning the ship’s course as indicated and securing the navigation. Turning back toward Nathan, Mila settled beside him, her voice trembling with concern. “Nate.

with not a

hand trembled. She caressed his cheek gently, her voice choked with emotion.

remained still, his breaths

arms tightly around his neck, tears staining

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Nate…”

said, his deep voice echoing in the