The Wrong Woman

It was 2:00 am, and a light glowed from a room on the second floor of Sudvilla.

Mila sat on the edge of the bed, silently observing Nathan, who was intoxicated.

Despite the flush of alcohol, his striking features remained sharp and defined, with deep, captivating eyes and a ruggedly handsome appearance.

Knowing she would be leaving the next day, Mila had resorted to desperate measures, pleading with Cameron to get Nathan drunk.

As Mila contemplated her impending departure, a troubling thought gnawed at her: the uncertainty of her safe return.

Alongside this unease, the possibility of her and Nathan drifting apart loomed, eventually becoming strangers to each other.

A wave of sadness washed over her, tears silently tracing down her cheeks.

Reaching out, Mila gently caressed Nathan's cheek.

She had been sitting on the edge of the bed for three hours now.

As she looked upon his handsome features, it felt as though she could never grow weary of the sight.

having reached this point, she found

truly became pregnant with Nathan's child and couldn't

Nathan hate

her tears, Mila leaned close to Nate's ear,

in his ear,

him, Mila gently pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes

blinking hazily

her

body, pressing herself against his chest as they embraced passionately, lost in their

as though he was dreaming, enveloped in a passionate embrace with the woman he loved. However,

realized he wasn't

his hands braced against the bed as he gazed down

he managed to maintain control over his actions, asking softly, "How did you

heart sank upon

her attempt had failed once

"Nate, I'm leaving tomorrow.

a tinge

you don't love, over and over again, and then talking about a future together? The future you're chasing has nothing to do with

became more conscious, Mila grew increasingly distressed. With tears in her eyes, she asked, "Don't you love me anymore?" Nathan's voice turned cold with anger. “I'm not a lapdog. I want