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.

this point,

became pregnant with Nathan's

hate her

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

his ear, Nathan stirred

slight response from him, Mila gently pressed her lips

blinking hazily as he looked at Mila's

he pulled her closer,

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

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

he realized he wasn't

Mila beneath him, his hands braced against the bed as he

maintain control over his

sank upon

her attempt had

asked, "Nate, I'm leaving tomorrow. Is

bitter smile, a tinge of redness appearing in his

he replied, "Chubs, don't you find this all a bit ridiculous? Trying to seduce a man you don't love, over and over again, and

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