The Wrong Woman

After stowing her clothes in the wardrobe, Mila approached Nathan. She bent down to look at the screen of his laptop.

However, her view was swiftly obscured by his head. Nathan was startled, his gaze softening as he affectionately observed her profile.

Mila noticed he was focused on work, with multiple pop-up windows on the screen: emails, military inventory sheets, meeting groups, and other tabs.

While maintaining her bent posture, Mila slowly turned her head toward him.

Being this close, Nathan couldn't help but notice her radiant skin. He also caught a subtle scent of the enticing fragrance from her hair.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his gaze grew even more intense.

In a soft voice, Mila urged, "Nate, it's time for you to rest. Put your work aside for a while."

With her words, Nathan slowly closed his laptop.

Mila smiled, pleased, as she took the laptop from Nathan's hands and placed it on a table across the room.

"Nate, would you like to freshen up or take a bath?" Mila asked, keeping a slight distance but attempting to sound composed despite her nerves.

Glancing at his phone, Nathan checked the time—it was already 8:00 pm. "You don't need to worry about me. Go back to your room and rest.”

Mila's voice carried a touch of shyness as she approached him, her hands clasped behind her back. "I'd like to sleep with you tonight.”

Nathan furrowed his

just want to be on hand in case you need anything during the night, like water or help to the

a serious expression, his intense gaze fixed on her. It left Mila uncertain about

have a king-size bed. There's plenty of

"Mila, I have my phone. If I need anything, I'll just call you. You don't have to sleep

concerned,”

of resignation. "So, sleeping next to me will help

to look

married, nor are we a couple,” Nathan

chuckled lightly, maintaining her composure. "That's alright. Even when we were married, you weren't particularly attentive. With the way you

pride. Forcing a bitter smile, Nathan slowly closed his eyes and pretended to doze

secured, Mila beamed with joy. Then, she swiftly headed into the bathroom, filling the bathtub with warm

the bathroom. Linking her arm with Nathan's, she said, "Nate, the water is ready. Shall we take a

helped Nathan out of bed, his hand resting on her shoulder. He looked at her with

to the bathroom, Mila supported Nathan's waist with one hand. "I'll help you with bathing, but I

"You don't have to help. I can handle it

faint or slip in