The Wrong Woman

"Chubs,"” Nathan said. He smiled softly as he gazed at her with affection.

Mila looked up with her eyes shimmering. She asked, "Hmm?"

He expressed himself with full affection, "The country needs you."

Mila put on a sweet smile. She asked softly, "What about you?"

Nathan was stunned and bewildered as he looked at her.

Mila suddenly realized the question she asked was too much, especially considering he was now in a relationship. She felt embarrassed for saying such inappropriate words.

Just as Nathan was about to respond, Mila awkwardly chuckled and said, "Sorry, I was just joking. You don't have to answer that."

Nathan's words were caught in his throat.

Mila felt increasingly awkward. She then stood up and said, "Nate, you rest well. I'll get going first.” "Chubs,” Nathan hurriedly called out. He felt extremely reluctant.

Mila had just arrived. Was she really leaving so soon?

Nathan called out for her, but she didn't stop. He lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He quickly caught up to her. "Chubs..."

more he called, the faster she

his voice grew heavier as

Nathan's voice, her hand was already on the door handle. Hearing him call out her full name, she couldn't bring herself to leave. Then,

body suddenly lurched forward. He fell and lay on top

was pushed backward, her back hitting the doorframe, halting her movement. She quickly wrapped her arms around Nathan's waist and

support, he finally regained his balance and managed to stand still. But much

was nervous

wrong?"

he was sitting on the bed, he didn't notice how weak he was. He was also unable to stand

He still stood up even if he felt

He was so weak that he didn't have

by his first love, he... still can't give up... on that woman. So, he's now...

no time to worry about anything else. She said, "Nate, let me

Nathan murmured, "Do you understand what

only

She was deeply worried and felt

and said, "Nate,

His weight pressed against her soft body as he buried his head in her shoulder. He breathed