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

she truly became pregnant

hate her

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

in his ear,

a slight response from him, Mila gently pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes as she

eyes, blinking hazily as he

he pulled her closer, returning

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

embrace with the woman he loved. However, the sensations coursing through his body felt undeniably real. He could almost feel the

he realized he wasn't

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

hazy consciousness, he managed to maintain control over his

heart sank upon hearing

attempt

trembled with emotion as she asked, "Nate, I'm leaving

a tinge

bit ridiculous? Trying to seduce a man you don't

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 give endlessly while