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

"Don't misunderstand. I just want to be on hand in case you need anything during the night, like water or

his intense gaze fixed on her. It left Mila uncertain

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

tone tinged with a touch of helplessness. "Mila, I have my phone. If I need anything, I'll

I'm concerned,”

eyebrow, and his voice softened with a touch of resignation. "So, sleeping next to

just want to look

nor are we a couple,” Nathan

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

Nathan slowly closed his eyes and pretended to doze off against the headboard. "Do

secured, Mila beamed with joy. Then, she swiftly headed into the

her arm with Nathan's, she said,

resting on her shoulder. He looked at her with

one hand.

have to help. I can handle it

What if you faint or slip