The Wrong Woman

In the warm and cozy room, Nathan lay half-reclined on the bed with his eyes closed. Soft rays of sunlight streamed in through the balcony and shone on his handsome face, making his complexion more charming.

Now, he appeared a bit more weary and weathered, which made people feel sorry for him.

Mila had prepared herself mentally on the way there. She reminded herself that he was no longer single. She shouldn't fantasize or hold onto any delusion.

However, upon seeing him, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. She was unable to control herself.

She approached him slowly, her voice soft as she greeted him. "Nate."

Nathan tensed up. He abruptly opened his eyes and gazed intensely at Mila. She was wearing a soft pink floral dress, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders.

In her left hand, she held a large bunch of her favorite white zinnias. While in her right hand, she carried two boxes of supplements.

She stood there, awkward and timid.

Mila's smile reached her eyes. She looked stunning and beautiful.

Looking at her smile, Nathan couldn't help but return it. Smiling gently at her, he asked, "You're here?”

"Yeah," Mila lifted the gifts slightly and said, "I brought you two boxes of supplements.”

"Put it there," Nathan said as he pointed at the coffee table in the room.

Mila walked over and placed the gifts down. She then looked at the flowers in her hand. Turning to look at him, she asked, "Nate, where should I put the flowers?"

the bedside table, and Mila placed the

between them

looked up at her lovely face, Mila met his

As she looked around, she spotted a chair beside the bed. She pulled it over and

better?” Mila asked

smiled bitterly. It seemed the

who would hold his hand

gently,

the wound still hurting?" Mila asked

"Sometimes."

get out

stared at her. He didn't want to tell her that he was feeling very weak, possibly due to excessive blood loss or injuries, which made him drained and

the subject, asking, "Why did you decide to come

fiddled with her clothes. She wanted to see him. She thought about him

was mindful about Fenna's presence, so

felt sad when he stared at Mila's fidgeting fingers. It seemed that this was a difficult question to answer. Perhaps Cole had brought her here against