The Wrong Woman

Nathan seemed to be warming the milk, but he was actually trying to calm himself. Mila's presence had been unsettling to him.

After sitting down, Mila removed her scarf and gloves before surveying the room. She found that nothing had changed.

The room remained spacious, simple, and organized. It perfectly reflected Nathan's straightforward and tidy personality.

Nathan went over to Mila with the glass of milk and offered it to her. Mila looked up at him and slowly accepted it. "Thank you."

Nathan felt a sudden sting of pain when he touched her cold fingertips. She wasn't warm enough even though she was bundled up.

He sat across from her and watched her calmly. Mila felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She took a sip of the warm milk to ease her discomfort.

The room fell silent, and there was tension in the air.

Mila held the glass nervously and looked into Nathan's quiet eyes. "Everyone's been talking about it lately, even Cole knows. Why didn't you ask me about it?"

He sighed before asking, "What exactly

guilt, Mila

inform me that I have

“I'm sorry,” Mila murmured.

don't want me to take responsibility for it. So, why should I go against your will?" "Everyone says

"I never doubted that."

She was deeply sorry for Nathan, but she couldn't suppress her anger about why he couldn't stay

the time of her memory loss, she had already been through the complex entanglement between her husband and her husband's admirer. It was

remembered how bitter that had made her feel. Even now, the

milk, then pursed her lips before saying, "The baby is more than six months along now. It's because of the baby that I was able to

his voice trembling as he asked, "Are you not going

"You already are.”

baby is in your womb. I'm nothing without your permission,” Nathan said

wrong idea. She assumed the