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.

to the bed and threw herself onto it,

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

question her hurried demeanor, when suddenly, she rushed over and

barely having time to react before Mila positioned herself on his

wrapping her arms around his neck in an intimate and

soft thud. It was only then that he snapped out of his daze, hastily picking up his

up and down as he asked in a hoarse voice, “What's going on?" Wearing a short skirt,

tensed, his heart racing, and his breath becoming

grip around Nathan's neck, burying her face into his shoulder as she whispered, “Nate, Fenna has come to see you again.” Nathan couldn't suppress a smirk as he set his phone aside. He wrapped both hands around Mila’s slender waist, drawing her gently into