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..."

called, the faster she walked

voice grew heavier as he called

Nathan's voice, her hand was already on the door handle. Hearing him call out her full name,

Nathan's weak body suddenly lurched forward. He fell and lay on top of

was pushed backward, her back hitting the doorframe, halting her movement. She quickly wrapped

Mila's support, he finally regained

a sudden. She was nervous as

what's wrong?" she

notice how weak

his frail body, Nathan breathed heavily. He still stood up even if he felt dizzy, yet unable to stop

He was so weak that he didn't

he... still can't give up... on that woman. So, he's now... not

no time to worry about anything else.

Nathan murmured, "Do you understand what I

would only

tears. She was deeply

him tightly, unwilling to let go of her hands, and said, "Nate, let me call Cole for help. I'm afraid I can't support you on

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