The Wrong Woman

"I'm not upset," Mila replied.

She shifted on Nathan's lap, the closeness making her cheeks flush. "You're the one who's worn me out, yet you have the nerve to say I sleep well," she murmured.

Nathan couldn't help but chuckle. Cupping her face, he gently kissed her red lips. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Do you honestly think I'll believe you?" Mila's pout revealed her skepticism.

"That was because I've been holding back for too long," Nathan replied, taking her hand and caressing it tenderly. His eyes earnestly met hers as he added, "I'll make sure it's more frequent from now on." His words made Mila's cheeks heat up even more.

Nathan brought her delicate hand to his lips and planted a kiss on it before cradling it in his own. "Are you still hungry?"

"No, I'm full," Mila said, pulling her hand back cautiously, her eyes wary. "You're not planning on doing that again, are you?"

With a sigh and a bittersweet smile, Nathan responded, "I'm always ready, but only when you are. I won't push you."

"So what's your plan?"

"Now that you've eaten, I want to you to meet someone." Nathan's voice softened, a glimmer of hope lighting up his eyes.

Encouraged by his hopeful gaze, Mila stood and grabbed his hand eagerly. "Let's go now."

nodded and followed

hour later, Nathan pulled up to the military

for military personnel and VIPs. Apart from medical treatment, it also offered

heart racing

net

car. Holding Nathan's hand tightly,

entered the VIP

through the stringentet

darkness outside, the

Inside the spacious ward, Mila could see an

Mila asked,

Nathan replied,

the elder lying there suddenly

met, and both pairs welled with tears

bore the marks of shair a mix

eyes

trembling hands reached out

to Mila.

Mila cried, rushing into Zach's

Yet, it also reopened the wound of Loretta's tragic death, deepening her