The Wrong Woman

Chapter 397

Mila felt a mix of embarrassment and joy in her heart. It appeared that Nathan's body was highly sensitive and unable to tolerate such situations.

Softly, he asked, “Mila, would you mind stepping out for a moment? Wait for me by the door.”

“Sure,” Mila replied, her grin subtly contained as she lowered her gaze. She casually stood up and left the bathroom, all the while appearing to look calm.

Closing the door behind her, Mila found herself unable to contain her excitement any longer. She giggled, her flushed face hidden behind her hands.

The scene from moments ago flashed through her mind.

Lowering her hands, Mila looked down at them, feeling increasingly bashful. She didn't know how she had mustered the courage just moments ago to touch Nathan's crotch so boldly.

her way to the bed and threw herself onto

the impure thoughts clouding her mind. But the image persisted, replaying

you-“Nathan was about to question her hurried demeanor, when suddenly, she rushed over and

time to react before

him, wrapping her arms around his neck in an intimate and suggestive

phone slipped from his grasp, landing on the sofa with a soft thud. It was only then that he snapped out of his daze, hastily picking up

a hoarse voice, “What's going on?" Wearing a short skirt, Mila confidently straddled

heart racing, and his breath

you again.” Nathan