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.

embarrassment before. She hurriedly made her way to the bed and threw herself

mind. But the image persisted, replaying incessantly and refusing to

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

aside, barely having time to react before

her legs spread, she embraced him, wrapping her arms around his neck

on the sofa with a soft thud. It was only then that he snapped out of his daze, hastily picking

in a hoarse voice, “What's going on?" Wearing a short skirt, Mila confidently straddled his lap, adopting a visually alluring

heart

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,