The Wrong Woman

"Don't you love me?" Mila pouted and pretended to be angry with him. “I love you," Nathan replied.

“Then, why can't you call me “darling’ in a cute voice?" Mila sounded somewhat displeased.

“I'd rather say 'l love you’ a thousand times."

Mila’s smile grew wider. Looking him in the eye, she said, "Fine, then say 'l love you' a thousand times."

Nathan stopped in his tracks and lifted her.

"Why did you lift me again?" Mila asked nervously as she clung to his neck.

“You're not watching where you're going. You'll break my heart if you fall," Nathan said solemnly.

Mila snuggled against his chest and beamed. A feeling of warmth went through her, making her feel as if she were floating on air. Everything seemed surreal yet incredibly wonderful and joyous.

Sudvilla, Mila had just gotten comfortable

what's up?" Mila

did you leave? We haven't had a chance to catch up." "Did Daniel catch you?" Mila

me. He's in

dispiritedly, "He's actually close to recovering. He's been putting in a lot of effort for the past six months to beat

my job if he fully recovers. The money I earn each

the money. It's nothing to the Morrisons," Mila reassured

my job. It's what I'm

to take care of him anymore. Even though he can't see, he's capable of doing everything,

as she added, "He's determined and he'll succeed in everything he does. He'll be an amazing person when he

my inspiration,” Mila said proudly. Nathan happened to emerge from the kitchen with a plate of chopped fruit. His brow furrowed upon hearing Mila's words. After setting down the fruit platter, he sat beside her and playfully grabbed her hand. Mila looked at him as he gently touched her fingers. She

for what happened earlier,” Sienna

teasing you on purpose?"