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

if she truly became pregnant with Nathan's child

hate her

close to Nate's ear,

tickle in his

Mila gently pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes as she deepened

opened his slightly reddened eyes, blinking hazily as he looked

he pulled her

then straddled his body, pressing herself against his chest as they embraced

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

realized he

beneath him, his hands braced against

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

sank upon hearing his

seemed that her attempt had failed

as she asked, "Nate, I'm leaving

a

a bit ridiculous? Trying to seduce a man you don't love, over and over again, and then talking about a future together? The future you're

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 mutual love, not to