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.”

aback, Nathan

misunderstand. I just want to be on hand in case you need anything during the

intense gaze fixed on her. It left Mila

remarked, "You have a king-size bed. There's plenty of space. I promise I won't disturb your

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

I'm concerned,”

touch of resignation. "So,

want to

we

married, you weren't particularly attentive. With the way you

closed his eyes and pretended to doze off against the headboard. "Do as you wish,"

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

arm with Nathan's, she said,

her shoulder.

Mila supported Nathan's waist with one hand. "I'll help

"You don't have to help. I

if you faint or