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?"

sighed before asking, "What exactly do you want me

by guilt, Mila dropped

one to inform me

“I'm sorry,” Mila murmured.

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

"I never doubted that."

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

had already been through the complex entanglement between her husband and her husband's admirer. It was unbearable to live in a constant state

feel. Even now, the mere thought of it

along now. It's because of the baby that I was able to return from Sunterland, not because I betrayed

as he asked, "Are you not going to let

"You already are.”

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

idea. She assumed