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.

reached this point, she found herself

truly became pregnant with Nathan's

Nathan hate

leaned close to Nate's ear, whispering, "Nate, can you

tickle in his

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

slowly opened his slightly reddened eyes, blinking hazily as he looked

pulled her closer,

his body, pressing herself against his chest

was dreaming, enveloped in a passionate embrace with the woman he loved. However, the sensations coursing through his body felt

he realized he wasn't

swift motion, he flipped over, pinning Mila beneath him, his hands braced against the bed

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

upon

attempt had failed

I'm leaving tomorrow.

smile, a tinge of redness

to seduce a man 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 love,

lapdog. I want mutual love, not to give endlessly while you