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 furrowed

case you need anything during the night, like water or

fixed on her.

have a king-size bed. There's plenty of space. I promise I won't

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

I'm concerned,” Mila

of resignation. "So, sleeping next to

just want to

we a couple,”

Even when we were married, you weren't particularly attentive. With the way you are now, you don't even have

slowly closed his eyes and pretended to doze off against

his consent secured, Mila beamed with joy. Then, she swiftly

with Nathan's, she

helped Nathan out of bed, his hand resting on her shoulder.

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

replied, "You don't have to help.

worried. What if you faint or slip in the